The Celtic Storm

I was fine this morning. That is until I heard the Grateful Dead. There is nothing in this universe that will get me instantly irritated and wanting to cause some violence like the Grateful Dead can. (Well, maybe PennDOT, but that's because I've had to work with the pricks) Has there ever been a band as horrifically (and unjustifiably) overrated as the Grateful Dead? Seriously, growing up, my brother used to blare their bootleg tapes (yes, tapes) that sounded like some stoned hippy recorded them from inside a dumpster. So guess how my morning started? I walk into a coffee shop and they're playing the Grateful Dead. Surely I'm not the only person who feels this way. I know they toured and sold out all kinds of concerts and Jerry Garcia invented some sort of over priced ice cream, but that's not the qualifications I use when deciding what is good music and what is good ammunition to throw at the family cat. I mean, the show, the atmosphere at a Greatful Dead show sold more tickets than the band ever did. I'm sure there's people who liked the music, I'm just saying that personally, I'd rather listen to two of my ex-girlfriends claw each other to death. My theory is that everyone was so out of their mind high on (insert drug that alters ones perception severely) that they never realized that the music was freaking terrible. I mean, I've been fairly shitfaced drunk before, but I still would mock and ridicule someone for playing the Grateful Dead. I'm not exactly experienced with drugs, but I don't think that there is a drug out there that would make me delusional enough to listen to the Grateful Dead.