I finally got around to reading last Sunday's Boston Globe Magazine, which featured an article by newly retired rock critic Steve Morse,
A Rock Critic's Greatest Hits, and found this bit:
...The Grateful Dead were another love of mine. Who can forget their six-night runs at the Garden, when the scents of patchouli and ganja transformed the scene into an interplanetary journey? Jerry Garcia was like an alien spirit. When I interviewed him, it was in his customized private dressing room at the back of the Dead's towering stage set, where he had a sanctuary for reading and meditating. He avoided the crowds in the regular backstage area, which included then-Governor Bill Weld and US Senator John Kerry. Everyone back then, it seemed, was a Deadhead...