IT was just another day at work for Sanjay Mishra, thirtysomething classical guitarist and Greenpeace employee in Washington, when filmmaker Deborah Koons Garcia walked into his office to research toxic pollution. She introduced the portly, shaggy man by her side merely as husband Jerry. Mishra, whose own long hair is a throwback to the mid-’70s when he jammed with his band Mahamaya in Calcutta, paled as he realised he was shaking hands with an idol whose songs he used to play to grooving ‘Deadhead’ collegiates on the faraway banks of the Hooghly: Jerry Garcia of The Grateful Dead.