I experienced my first concert when I was 15 — the Sex Pistols’ very last show at the notorious Winterland — and have been a great lover of music ever since. I majored in journalism at San Francisco State University and have been a writer/editor for the likes of Spin Magazine, Mix Magazine, Quokka Sports, Lucasfilm, Astrology.com/NBC Universal, and penned lyrics for the Spin Doctors. After seven years in New York City, I now live back in my native Bay Area in the Haight-Ashbury district — just blocks away from the Grateful Dead’s home in the ’60s — where I’m busy collecting more experiences and stories to share.
Through sweet synchronicity, I had the divine, beautiful, hilarious pleasure of hanging and grooving and dancing and laughing with Jerry and Bobby and a few of their colorful cohorts (Bear, Barlow, Leary, to name a few) for a good spell in New York and California. The time spent being in that wildly unique mix of fine folks is the fodder and inspiration for my book, Deadheads: Stories from Fellow Artists, Friends & Followers of the Grateful Dead — for which I am infinitely grateful.
As Bob Dylan once told me while on tour with him in 1989, “You gotta do something!”