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  <read_at>Tue Jan 13 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[You almost definitely have to be at least somewhat of a Deadhead to dig this book, which is basically 200 pages of Jerry Garcia being very stoned and talking. And that's, like, pretty cool. Conducted in 1971, Garcia talks a lot--like, a *lot*--about being high. Most of the time, it's unclear if he means it literally or cosmically/metaphorically. One suspects it's a little both, but probably a lot of the former. In fact, Garcia's pretty goddamn incoherent for good stretches (as is his primary interviewer, a Yale law prof named Charles Reich, who was also quite the lightweight stoner). That is, unless just one rolls along with Jer and enjoys the ride, because the force of his personality carries it. A lot like his guitar playing, he's sweet, curious, befuddled, and long-winded. It's actually a testament to how much his music really is/was a perfect one-to-one expression of his self. ]]></body>
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