Crap Item #3:
The Grateful Dead

Well, I'm a daughter of deadheads, what did you expect?  And
hmm, where should I start?
Supposedly I've been to about 10 Dead concerts in my early
lifetime.  I don't reamember a single one.  I do, however, have
memories--vivid memories--of my dad playing his own guitar
accompaniments to lots of Grateful Dead songs.  At the time I had
no idea they were Grateful Dead songs.  To me, it was just some
pretty songs.
Then I put everything back together in my mind.  One day my
dad put on a Grateful Dead CD at our friend's house.  And I
realized...hey...I know the words!  Dude!
So I don't really know Grateful Dead songs by their title.  Just, like,
by the lyrics:
"California, reaching on the burning shore..."
"Sky was yellow and the sun was blue..."
"My Juanita, my sweet Juanita..."
"We can share the women, we can share the wi-ine..."
"If the thunder don't get ya, the lightnin' will..."
Et Cetera.
How massive is the Deadheadedness of my parents?  Hmm...Our
dog's name is Sugar Magnolia.  MY name was almost Magdalena
(the goal of that was so it'd sound like Magnolia...in the end my
sister's name was Megan).  My mom's got at least three T-shirts with
the "Space your face" symbol on it and another "Deadopoly" shirt.  
We have 9 Grateful Dead books in our miniscule Laundry Room
Library.  My mom built my computer and installed a Twidge
desktop theme.  I can't even count the records we have.  It must
be at least a thousand.
But it's cool.  So what if they're associated with drugs and hippies?  
Their music is cool.  And all those tie-dyed things are cool.  And the
Space Your Face symbol is cool.  It's all just...cool.