Just finished Bill Kreutzmann's Deal: My Thirty years Of Drumming, Dreams, And Drugs With The Grateful Dead; not quite as good as Lesh's book is, but way better than Scully's turd, or Carol Brightman's silly little thing*.
Billy may not have Phil's way with words (hey, whadda ya want, he's a drummer....) but it is, of course, interesting to look at the whole thing from yet another inside perspective. Worth checking out if you're a Deadhead.
*If you haven't come across this one, I'll save you the pain; she's the sister of GD lighting guru Candace Brightman, but never saw the band until late in the Welnick era. Spends the book basically explaining why she was more '60s than the Dead because she once went to Cuba to cut sugar cane.
Peter