Grateful Dead

Greatest Stories Ever Told - "Black Peter"

By David Dodd

Here’s the plan—each week, I will blog about a different song, focusing, usually, on the lyrics, but also on some other aspects of the song, including its overall impact—a truly subjective thing. Therefore, the best part, I would hope, would not be anything in particular that I might have to say, but rather, the conversation that may happen via the comments over the course of time—and since all the posts will stay up, you can feel free to weigh in any time on any of the songs! With Grateful Dead lyrics, there’s always a new and different take on what they bring up for each listener, it seems. (I’ll consider requests for particular songs—just private message me!)

“Black Peter”

I have gone back and forth and back again, and maybe forth again, over the years in my conception of how to hear “Black Peter” — whether as a dire piece, or a philosophical piece, or what.

But I love the song no matter how it strikes me at any given point in my life. If someone I love has just passed away, or is in the process of going through a serious illness, then it becomes poignant—I’m sure that’s true for many listeners. (There’s a similarity to the effect of “He’s Gone,” which was certainly not originally intended to be a tender farewell of any kind, but which has taken on that role over the years.)

And listening to it on the newly-released Dave’s Picks 6, when it was not too far removed from its debut, and prior to its release on Workingman’s Dead, has made me think about it in a different way still.

The Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia tune was first performed on December 4, 1969, at the Fillmore in San Francisco. They played it 342 times thereafter, and it was never out of the rotation for very long. Its final performance was on June 22, 1995 at the Knickerbocker Arena in Albany, New York.

The song is enigmatic in the way of many Hunter lyrics. It’s a partial, fragmentary short story - we don’t know all the circumstances of the narrator’s troubles. Indeed, we don’t even know if they are legitimate troubles, or if they are the self-pitying rantings of a hypochondriac. The enigma begins with the song’s title. “Black Peter.” Is that the narrator’s name? Or is it a reference to the characters who bring bundles of switches to beat ill-behaved children?

There’s an element of the boy who cried wolf in the song. The narrator’s friends gather around because he is dying, supposedly. But he doesn’t die—he finds himself alive one more day. So now he admonishes them, accusing them of only coming to have fun at his expense—“Take a look at poor Peter / he’s lyin’ in pain / now let’s go run and see.” (Some listeners have proposed that the narrative view changes in the final verse, from first to third person, but I still hear it as the same voice, mimicking what others are saying. Interesting to think about the alternative, though!)

It would be easy if that’s all there was to the song. But there is the matter of what I believe to be the very best bridge in a repertoire filled with amazing bridges:

See here how everything
Lead up to this day
And it's just like any other day
That's ever been
Sun going up and then
The sun going down
Shine through my window
And my friends they come around
Come around, come around

There is so much packed into that simple set of lines, so much that a listener can unpack over a lifetime of listening, that you have to wonder how Hunter, at a relatively young age, could have come up with something so profound. And the synergy between Garcia’s setting of this bridge, the lyrics themselves, and the harmonies that developed over the years of performance make it a spine-tingling piece of music.

The version on the new Dave’s Picks seems to feature Garcia singing the song as if to elicit laughter at the sheer pitifulness of the song’s narrator. I found myself laughing at the lyrics for the first time. Previously, I had seen them as dark, or truly pathetic (in the sense of emotional pathos), or even as profound and empathy-inducing, but this performance made me laugh. Garcia’s reading seems to invite that response. I will have to go back and listen to a few other performances now, to see if I can detect the irony behind the singer’s portrayal of the narrator.

This all gets pretty “meta.”

Surely part of the message here, conveyed largely via the bridge, is that of the speaker in the biblical book of Ecclesiastes, who is working to convince us of the vanity of human existence:

"The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises. The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course....What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun."

Every day is just like the other before it and after it, even though everything in our experience is cumulative and leads to the present moment. The significance of that moment is dismantled by the realization that there is after all nothing special about “this day.” And yet, here is someone on his deathbed. He may live another day, true, but it is absolutely certain that he will, one day, die.

(And then the bridge, sometimes, just lifts out of the context of the song altogether and stands there, all alone, speaking to where we might be at that particular moment, listening to that concert or that recording: see here how everything lead up to this day… It’s a psychedelic moment, a moment of realization, being offered up to us.)

His friends gather. They attempt to make normal conversation about the weather. But the narrator doesn’t let this slide—he wants to know something particular about the weather. He wants to know “who can the weather command?” Now, there’s a line that can be read in two distinct ways. “Who can command the weather?” or “Who can be commanded by the weather?”

I have heard, over the years, from people besides myself who have been at the deathbed of beloved friends and family, for whom this song has held particular meaning, if not comfort. It is a song that helps us into the feelings of the dying person, who might be resentful of those who gather, of their inane everyday conversation, and yet still grateful for their presence. There’s something about the way that one visitor, Annie Beauneau, is specifically mentioned—I can’t help but think this might have been the love of his life, and yet all she has to say is something about the weather.

What about you? What has “Black Peter” meant to you? Has it changed its meaning over time and circumstance? What good does it do for us, as human beings, to see ourselves as part of an eternally-recurring series of days, in which nothing is ever really new (except our own personal experience of life)?


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klparis's picture
Joined: Mar 19 2013
Artful Lyrics

"See here how everything, Lead up to this day" is simply amazing! Hunter and Garcia were a combination that created such deep meaningful art and I connect to it more every time I experience it.

Joined: Apr 16 2009
Literal interpretation

I think Hunter is actually being straightforward with the lines about "Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel / say, 'The weather down here so fine.'"

Annie IS an angel visiting our sick friend. That's why she says DOWN here. She came from above.

Simple, eh? If you prefer, perhaps she is a vision of Peter's delirium. I don't think that's too far off from what I'm saying either.

Joined: May 26 2007
Thank you, David!

I've been thinking about this song a lot of late, too, for a variety of reasons. I agree that the bridge is a masterpiece unto itself! Not much more to add other than thank you for expanding the field of my ruminations on this wonderful song.

Joined: Jun 5 2007

Before David's website and subsequent book I used to hear that line as 'anyone know from sad angel' or something like that...

But to my credit I never fell for 'flashing my keys' or 'Mike and Gloria'...

antonjo's picture
Joined: Jun 4 2007
A perfect opportunity to say....

The Black Peter on the new bonus disc, from 12-21-69, is my immediate all-time favorite. Jerry's voice is sweet as sugar, it's more definitive even than Workingman's Dead.

As to the title, I suspect, like Jack Straw, that the song's character has nothing to do with the older mythology but Hunter just couldn't resist winking at some old tradition anyway....and it fit his own character so well, conjuring a completely different yet still timeless (but now so American) aesthetic....

A few of those lines, though, like "Annie Beauneau from Saint Angel".....I didn't know FOREVER what Jerry was singing...!

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Joined: May 17 2011
See Here

Every time I hear this song, my mind goes directly to those souls already lost, and any about to be lost. The day my paternal grandfather died -- Black Peter was right there. Same with both grandmothers. Now my mother is close. Anyone and everyone's life leads up to that day. How did Hunter sum that up so succinctly? Given ten minutes, it seems like I could have done it, but he did it instead. And Garcia formed a perfect death blues around the words. It's in an obvious blues key, but goes to very unexpected places musically. I rate it among the Dead's best. Thanks for the opportunity to ruminate on it yet again.

Joined: Jan 13 2010
Gruss vom Krampus

"greetings from Krampus"

who the heck is Krampus? Read on (from wikipeidia)

"Krampus is a beast-like creature from the folklore of Alpine countries thought to punish children during the Yule season who had misbehaved, in contrast with Saint Nicholas, who rewards well-behaved ones with gifts. Krampus is said to capture particularly naughty children in his sack and carry them away to his lair.

Krampus is represented as a beast-like creature, generally demonic in appearance. The creature has roots in Germanic folklore, however its influence has spread far beyond German borders. Traditionally young men dress up as the Krampus in Austria, southern Bavaria, South Tyrol, northern Friuli, Hungary, Slovenia, the Czech Republic, the Slovak Republic and Croatia during the first week of December, particularly on the evening of 5 December (the eve of Saint Nicholas day on many church calendars), and roam the streets frightening children with rusty chains and bells. Krampus is featured on holiday greeting cards called Krampuskarten. There are many names for Krampus, as well as many regional variations in portrayal and celebration."


Now you know...back to reality as I know it...

Joined: Jan 13 2010
when i was a kid...

my parents had a book of German children's stories, including a character called Struvelpeter. If a kid wouldn't stop sucking their thumbs, Struvelpeter would come along with a big-ass pair of scissors and cut off the thumbs.

The horror...the horror...

top it off with the fact that i am of German ancestry (stoltz-fus in German means proud-foot.)


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Joined: Jun 6 2007
Horrific pic

I agree--utterly horrific. Found it online with a generic "Black Peter" image search. Seemed worth sharing! It's a vintage German postcard.

Joined: Jan 13 2010
where did you get that horrific picture?

gotta love the Germans.

Gruss vom Krampus.



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