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Blair's Golden Road Blog - The Persistence of Memory

By Blair Jackson

I’ve been asked many times through the years about “the best” Grateful Dead show I ever attended. With 365 concerts spanning 1970 to 1995 to choose from, that’s an extremely difficult choice. “Best” in what way? Some supposedly objective evaluation of the music? Good luck with that. “Favorite”? Even that is completely loaded. I’ve had unimaginable fun at shows that I know were not that spectacular, and I’ve had so-so times at shows that were revealed later to be magnificent. It’s the setting, your mood, who you’re with, who’s around you, your ability at that show and on those songs to tune in to the band and the vibe in the venue, and so on.

As I’ve said before, I don’t like to compare shows from different periods of the band’s history. Let’s pick two shows I attended that I loved unequivocally: 5/15/70 late show at the Fillmore East and 10/10/82 at Frost Amphitheatre in Palo Alto. It doesn’t even feel like the same band to me. I was a 17-year-old newbie in the spring of ’70 and every show was a complete revelation. That first year-plus I saw the band, half the songs at a given concert were new to me. Give me a “Dark Star” or a “St. Stephen” and I was blissful.

By the fall of ’82 I was 29 and a wily veteran, yet there was something so perfect about that second Frost show—particularly the pre-drums—on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon, in what was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen the Dead, that has seared the show in my mind in a way few have. Certainly there have been many others that are as memorable to me in other ways, from the Auditorium Theatre in Chicago in ’71, to the final night of the Warfield run in ’80, to the 9/11/83 show at the Santa Fe Downs, to Sunday Red Rocks in ’85, and on and on. We all have a million stories.

Salvador Dali: “The Persistence of Memory,” 1931.
This is your brain on Dead.

But there is one show I went to that probably persists into my memory more than any other: March 18, 1977, at Winterland. I had last seen the Dead in October 1976, two shows (with The Who) at Oakland Stadium, so it was a relief to be back “home” in a smaller place again. I’d been hanging out a bit with my new Dead Head friend David Gans and he had passed along glowing reports of the Dead’s first two shows of ’77 down in Southern California. He told me about a new epic tune Garcia had introduced, called “Terrapin” (“Huh, like a turtle?”) and a new reggae tune by Bob Weir. Intriguing.

My girlfriend and I met up in line with my roommate from sophomore year at Northwestern, also named Blair, and we landed choice seats in the top (seventh) row of the little balcony that outlined the floor, about a third of the way back. The first set was typical for the era, which is to say completely inspired. Jerry’s solos in “Mississippi Half-Step” soared and screamed—there was something that happened to the sound of his guitar (a Travis Bean at the time) in that smallish arena that was different from any other place. The room’s natural reverb, which played havoc with Phil’s bass lines, let Jerry’s sound ring into every inch of space, it seemed. “Sugaree” was never better than it was in ’77, and on the version this night, something cool happened right before the final verse, at about the 9:55 mark. Jerry stepped on a pedal—an octave divider, I learned years later—that changed his sound to a warm but sharp tone I’d never heard him use before. It felt like being bathed in hot liquid. It lasted only a minute or so before he switched back to his regular tone, but for me it had the shock of the new—whoa, what was that?—and it was just a hint of things to come. The real guitar fireworks started a couple of songs later.

“Scarlet Begonias,” probably my favorite of the band’s recent songs (it was two years old at that point) had everyone in the place happily dancing and singing along, but the instrumental coda, which opened with Donna’s soft moans and cries as usual, didn’t expand and spread out this time; instead, it moved quite deliberately into a catchy new groove that sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite. (It was from “Happiness Is Drumming” off the Diga Rhythm Band album, which I’d worn out on my turntable over the previous year.)

It turned out this was a new song, debuted that night, “Fire on the Mountain,” and it introduced another novel guitar tone—courtesy of Jerry’s envelope filter, which gave every note a wonderful thwacking wah. What a song! It had the fattest groove of any Dead song since “St. Stephen,” and that chorus, with Bob and Donna helping out, jumped in my head and has stayed there for the past 35 years. And when the final jam after the last chorus made a quick descent and dropped back into the original opening riff of “Scarlet,” my head snapped back in amazement—whaaaaa?—as if some master magician had just made a tiger disappear in front of my eyes. How did they do that?

A few songs into Set Two, Jerry was back with the magical envelope wah for my first version of “Estimated Prophet” (which I called “California” before David Gans educated me about the correct title a few days later). I was a huge fan of reggae in this era—The Harder They Come soundtrack, Bob Marley, Burning Spear, Toots & the Maytals—so I was thrilled that Bob and the band had put a characteristically weird and dark spin on the genre.

Then came “Terrapin,” rising quietly at first, glistening rhythm guitar accents from Bob, as Jerry began the tale. That first time through I couldn’t quite piece together details of the story—the girl, the sailor, the soldier, the lion’s den. But it felt timeless, maybe even from another dimension, an invitation to go on a mysterious journey. The notes in Jerry’s first solo were like molten gold. The song moved through different sections, its rhythm changing a couple of times along the way, until it arrived at a point where all of us—5,000-strong—were shouting “TERRAPIN!” along with Bob and Donna, because we knew we had to, and the band kicked into this enormous instrumental bombardment of guitars and piano and drums rising and falling in unison and harmony and contrapuntal lines; the most magnificent and majestic bombast I’d ever heard.

Once that jam had dwindled to its natural conclusion, the group went into a hypnotic jam that sounded Spanish or Arabic—this was the only time the Dead ever played the “At a Siding” section of the “Terrapin Station” suite (the album came out in late July ’77), but without Garcia’s vocal part (“While you were gone…”) attached. (I had to wait for Furthur to play the complete suite decades later to hear that great swooping entrance to “At a Siding” live again; it still gave me chills.)

July ’77. Say, is somethin’ funny goin’ on around here?

Following a short drum solo, it was back to terra firma for a long, slow but simmering version of “Not Fade Away,” which, incredibly enough, contained the most mind-blowing musical passage of a night filled with them. At 11:00 into the song, Jerry flips on what sounds like a combination of an octave divider and a flanger and launches into this rotating figure against the beat that builds slowly and then gets faster and wilder until it’s spinning completely out of control and he’s “fanning” high and fast. It hits a peak and just stays there for a few bars and then he really cuts loose on the chaotic descent. I’ve heard it hundreds of times since and it never fails to leave me breathless; it’s still astonishing.

At the time I was so stunned by that short jam I think I was still recovering during the “St. Stephen” that followed and didn’t even notice they skipped a verse and the middle jam of that song! “Uncle John’s Band” was the encore that sent us home. Sweet ecstasy! It was one of those totally transcendent and transformative nights the Grateful Dead occasionally provided (when I least expected it) that made me feel completely alive and alert and in tune with everything in the universe. (It sounds goofy, but you know what I mean.)

Within a week or two, Gans had tracked down an excellent audience recording of the show and I played it endlessly, reliving the night each time. As time went on and more tapes and more shows competed for my attention, I listened to the show less, but the glow never left me.

In preparation for writing this, I listened to good ol’ 3/18/77 from beginning to end for the first time in a few years and I was frankly surprised by its flaws—the lyric lapses in “Uncle John’s” and “Fire on the Mountain” (which is still raw and formative), the sloppiness of what I remembered being a perfect transition going from “Fire” back to the “Scarlet” intro, that missing chunk of “St. Stephen,” etc. By the time the band hit the road the following month for the fabled May ’77 tour, they’d worked out the kinks in “Fire” and tightened up their sound in general. But everything that excited me that night is still etched in my imperfect memory and washes over me again whenever I hear the show.

I went to Winterland the following night, too, and though I’m sure I had a good time, here’s what I actually remember of the 3/19 show: nothing. And you know what? All in all, it’s probably even a better show (the tapes told me years after the fact). But 3/18 was my show, and it always will be.

Is there a show that stands out in your mind as The One?


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Joined: Jan 10 2009
Buckeye Lake '94

After years of indoor arena shows, Buckeye Lake '94 was the first outdoor show. Traffic opened. Enormous storm clouds in the distance behind the stage. Lightning bolts during "Low Spark of High-Heel Boys," and during set change: the rain.
Panicked anxiety spread through me & my girl (and "that sensation" began coursing through the veins ta boot).
"Surely they're not gonna call off the show...." Horrid downpour, no cover. "Do they ever cancel shows 'cause of the weather????"
And the opening strains of the Beatles' "Rain": "Raaaaaaaiiiinnnn! I don't mind! Shiiiiiinnnne! The weather's fine!"

By half-time, the skies cleared. Steamy deadheads everywhere; "Looks Like Rain" my fist in the air, my bare feet planted into the Earth. Pure bliss!

Joined: Feb 3 2011
The Persistence of Memory

First concert 12/07/68, Bellarmine College (now U), as a high school senior. What circulates is incomplete. Averaged 1 x yr thru' 80, missed 81-83, averaged 2-3 x yr thru 95.

I'm in a minority, I suppose, but for me, it was always about the music, not "the scene." Either the band was on or off. 02/01/70 "Bread for the Dead" benefit following their bust (I was a freshman @ Tulane), and Freedom Hall 74 are just behind my inaugural performance for me personally. 84-95, I went hoping for some moments, had no expectations of mind-blowing concerts.

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Joined: Jul 9 2007
One of my favorite shows I didn't go to

How about the Binghamton, NY show from 11/6/77 ? One of my all-time favorite cassette tapes: must be someone in Deadheadland to give us an eyewitness review.

Joined: Jan 13 2010
I listed 7/13/84...

and I have to add my first show, 7/18/82.

6/14/69: listen to it NOW!

Joined: Feb 28 2008
Rochester 77

Off the hook from start to finish-never seen a crowd so amped and a band so lit up.

Joined: Mar 18 2010

Fairly certain 9/18/87 is one of the shows that flashed before the Dave's Picks logo. It goes to show you never can tell...

Joined: Sep 11 2007
good times at MSG

Steve: Often seen with an icy, foamed beer in hand to start the Garden shows, THANKS! (for accomodating an occasional cadge request). Those '87 shows do hold up, lots of visceral energy and strong vocal performances. I remember an endless, powerful Desolation Row. MSG Dead: when you absolutely, positively, had to be there, every time.

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Joined: May 20 2010
6/9/77 and/or 9/18/87

The show that I came out of and said, "I love this band! was June 9, 1977 at Winterland, although June 7, 1977 was the show where I left and had to go right back, but I had to work on June 8 and was able to buy a ticket at the door for June 9. I don't know what to say about June 9th except that it just blew me away to the point where I had to hear it again and again. At the time I worked at BASS Tickets with David Gans and I knew that he collected tapes (he had given me an excellent audience tape of The Last Waltz that I still have and love) and asked him for a copy of the 6/9/77 show...He came to work a few days later with a pretty terrible audience recording that was still good enough for me to listen to over and over again.
Between then and 9/18/87 I had seen dozens of other shows some great some not so great, but that night at Madison Square Garden was electric and I was so excited to be able to leave the show with my own sound board master cassette that I listened to on the airplane ride back to the Oakland Airport (It was my father's 70th birthday and I had to fly home for it and then took the redeye back to NYC for the 20th!) From the airport I went to David Gans' house and dropped off the tapes and picked them up on the back to the this day that is one of my top two favorite tapes to listen to, and it still holds up completely.
I have posted this before here and on The Well, but when I first started working for GD, Phil Lesh came up to me in the office kitchen and welcomed me to the organization, gave me his home phone number and told me that if there was anything I needed to just ask. I asked about getting tapes out of the vault and he told me, "as long as you don't go crazy, I can get you tapes." I told him I only wanted one tape and that was 6/9/77. A few weeks later there was a box in my cubby at the office with six cassette tapes and a note from Phil that said, "I couldn't remember which show you wanted so here are all three from that weekend." I had never heard anything like them before! All three sounded like the best sounding live concert LP's (Live/Dead!) I had ever heard. I immediately went over to David Gans house and let him copy them. To this day those three shows have a special place in my tape collection and needless to say I was overjoyed when the CD Boxed set was released!
I have been told that the odds of 9/18/87 being released are slim because the audience to soundboard mix is a little off, although I can't hear it...Oh well, at least I have my tapes!

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Joined: Jun 20 2007
Pigpen at his best

September 19, 1970. My best.Close toss up, August 27 ,1972 I was the kid in the candy store at that one. December 29, 1977, Was checking back in first time in a few years, fantastic night. September 11, 1983, just down the road from Taos where I lived at the time. Those four Dead shows stand out. 9/19/70 big time.

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Joined: May 26 2007

It's part of warding off evil spammers. Sorry for the trouble.


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