23atwell wrote:I might be wrong but did he get some of the blame for Jerrys addiction?
Here is Rock's account (from his book) of how he parted ways with the GD:
"I can feel a lot of resentment towards me after I get out of detox (in 1985). I know there are many who want me out of the GD family by hook or by crook. It's clear they want to protect Jerry and see me as endangering him. Meanwhile, Jerry is still using.
Steve Parish thinks I'm a bad influence (true) and calls me up on charges of thieving from Garcia and the band (false). He has only one specific allegation: that I stole money from the hotel that time in New York City when we were supposedly overcharged and they returned money to us.
I am hauled in front of the Court of Higher Nonsense, which is a full on Grateful Dead meeting with all the secretaries and everything else and Parish accuses me of stealing from Garcia - the hotel money and all kinds of other money. I have no idea what he is talking about. Under other circumstances I might even find a farce like this amusing, but I quickly realize this is not the right tack to take. I try to summon up a serious (yet innocent) face.
'I've never taken anything
from anyone,' I mumble. I figure this is not the time to mention Jerry's and my raiding each other's stashes. 'I dare you to come up with any evidence that I thieved from Garcia or the Grateful Dead,' I say in a stupidly highhanded manner.
As I'm leaving the meeting, Kreutzmann gives me a 'Good riddance, Scully!' which I take with a large grain of salt. I know he's on cocaine and boozed up as a motherfucker.
I go off to Lake Tahoe and come back a month later, just in time for the next official Dead meeting. They haven't found anything and I - not to brightly - demand an apology, in writing no less. I quickly realize that the only thing I might get in writing today are my walking papers.
Hunter comes to my defense. A wonderful crazily impassioned speech. You know, sort of 'This man has devoted twenty years of his life, blah blah. How can you discard someone like this, blah, blah?' What he's so shocked about I don't know. Just business as usual, baby.
They offer me six months with pay to get myself straightened out. Then I can get my old job again. But six months come and go, and somehow I see no reason to return. The thrill is gone."