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Comrade RockstarHe knew everyone," she said. She put a video of Dean's last concert into the VCR and side-stepped any talk about his death. In a single spotlight, Dean sat on a stool on a bare stage in Germany, picked up his guitar and, a cappella, sang a song he said was for his mother. It was called "Mom's Song." Mrs. Brown's eyes filled with tears and Mrs. Brown turned away and then looked at us and said, "When I first saw that video, he was already dead and I thought he was trying to tell me goodbye." 3 In 1958, Dean Reed went to Hollywood. Somehow, during that long day on the north shore of Oahu, Mrs. Brown summoned up the energy to tell one more story and, as she told it, she was recharged because this was a good story, an exciting story, a family legend about how her boy sought fame and fortune on the road to Hollywood. In her hand was a blurred black-and-white snapshot. Dean Reed smiled up out of it. He was twenty and almost unbearably hopeful and handsome. In a white Chevrolet Impala convertible, big as a boat, he had a big stiff crew-cut and he wore a skinny tie ...» |
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