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!)
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)?
I couldn't agree more. As a child I never really liked this song. But then again, i didn;t really like any of the slower songs when I was young. But as I got more familiar with GD and other music, I really came to appreciate Black Peter for all of its great aspects, including and especially the bridge to end all bridges.
hear this song very literally. It makes me think of hard-scrabble times when folks worked long hours at jobs that eventually ruined their physical health-think white lung or black lung disease. They got the condition and were left to die a lingering death. It was inevitable for them and no one outside of them really cared about it. They themselves were resigned to it-what choice was there. The cycles just would keep going on. The song could be in a distant time or today it is the same stuff. Another generation may come up doomed to repeat the same cycle. Another Hunter lyric for the ages and Garcia's poignant, emotional music to frame those words and make us inhabit that space that guy is in. As I've said-this stuff is timeless art.
Thanks so much for sharing that, Buck. Sorry for your loss--sounds like Margaret had a wonderful son-in-law!
I am not one to cull great, deeper meanings from lyrics, especially in Grateful Dead songs. Unless Hunter or Barlow starts blabbing you're never going to know anyway and so, so many people never knew the lyrics in the first place (at least the complete song).
Here in Black Peter I have a song that is most rare for me. One where I appreciate the words more than the music and Jer's vocals. This tells a simple, straightforward story about death that has a very special meaning for me. I have heard these words before...
Here we have a man lying in bed with a temp. of 105 that goes up and down. He is in a delirium. In his delirium he has an epiphany! The day of his death is not different than any other day. This may not sound like a lot but it depends on the degree of subtlety of the person dieing and observing that sun and the friends surrounding his bed come and go.
You could say it is a song about cycles -- life and death; night and day, sickness and health. But it is also about the helplessness of our condition. The main thing for me, though, is the epiphany. It's not special, these cycles. It is just what it is. We, through our ego, make it special.
So Jer makes this dramatic bridge where none is needed. Or perhaps in the verse he makes it dramatic so that we pay attention. In any case it is one of those fascinating songs I'd really like to pick Hunter's mind about to see if I'm close or way off.
I have been listening to Black Peter (many versions) over the past six months.. My Mother in Law was in My care on Hospice.. She and I were very close..going way back.. Used to allow Me to get goodie pkgs mailed to Her House from Cali ( im an East Coaster)... She died 2 weeks ago.. She was a self professed Hypochondriac.. Her Mom had called Her Sarah Heartburn as a child bcuz of this..LOL..She was My Black Margaret...I Loved Her.. As She lost awareness for the last week and a half Myself and My Wife sat with Her always and played a lot of Dead for ourselves and to soothe Her.. I spent many hours recently contemplating this song... I came to the same conclusion as You.. was also continually drawn to same bridge.. Thanks for the reference to Ecclesiastes.. hadn't made that connection until You pointed it out.. Great timing for Me on this one!! Thanks...
.....somewhere in my recallection---many,many full moons ago I read something-from some magazine---that R.H.---was really feeling ill & henceforth--this gem was created. It is a poinant tune -as Hunter -the bard-has stated in many others--with other astute writers & philosophers----"just like any other day...."----were born-live-& realizing our end-----as my Irish friends mother said to me many full moons ago----"Longtime dead!"-----true---and she wasn't even a DeadHead!!!------this song & all the rest of my music collection---will be playin--when I'm cashin in my fun chips!!!!!!!ALOHA!!! Hopefull y not in the immediate future.....hahahahahahaha..Keep Smilin!!!
Sometimes at Dead concerts you could feel the fever roll up to a hundred and five. The song can give one that heat. Jerry could sure sound like the old coal miner. I love Workingmans Dead. 1970 was a helluva cutting edge year for Hunter and the band.