Greatest Stories Ever Told - “Black Throated Wind”
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!)
Happy birthday, Bob Weir! (October 16.) Cue up “Beat It On Down the Line” with an insane number of opening drumbeats. Seems like a good time to take a look at “Black-Throated Wind,” if ever there was one.
Here’s one of at least three hitchhiker songs in the Dead repertoire. (The others I’m thinking of are …? Your responses welcome. Maybe there are more than I think. ) Does anyone hitchhike anymore? I have a ton of memories about this mode of transportation, dating mostly from the late 1970s when it was the only way, in some cases, to get from point A to point B. Get your hitchhiking stories ready—there are bound to be some good ones out there.
In the case of this particular song, the singer is reminiscing about a failed relationship while trying, unsuccessfully, to hitch a ride—but the cars, the buses, and the semis won’t pick him up. He is, it seems, running away from a situation in which he did not get the better deal. He’s out on the edge of an empty highway…no wait—that’s the other one…no, not The Other One. Oh yikes.
This gets complicated, this stuff about the Dead and songs about being on the road or jumping onto buses or not being picked up by buses. (It has been a long several days, frankly, and I’m winging it here. I apologize for any incoherence in advance.)
Also, as a former hitchhiker, I have to ask: did anyone ever get picked up by a commercial trucker? I know this happens in “Me and Bobby McGee,” but..really? And then in “Pride of Cucamonga,” there’s a hitchhiker getting on board a Diesel Mack—another commercial truck.
John Barlow, in this early lyric written for Weir, which appeared on his “solo album,” Ace, in 1972, makes passing nodes to several icons, including, I would say, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., with his line containing the phrase “Ah, Mother American Night,” (caps Barlow’s) which brings to mind Vonnegut’s novel Mother Night. It’s also been suggested that this is a double nod, and includes the ultimate icon of being on the road, Jack Kerouac, who wrote these lines in On the Road:
"The stars bent over the little roof; smoke poked from the stovepipe chimney. I smelled mashed beans and chili. The old man growled... A California home; I hid in the grapevines, digging it all. I felt like a million dollars; I was adventuring in the crazy American night."
I’ve gotten into a number of disputes, over the years, about the lines
“It forced me to see
That you've done better by me
Better by me than I've done by you”
The meaning seems obvious to me: “done better by me” means “treated me better.” For some reason, some people insist on reading it as “you’ve gotten the better of me,” which is just sort of exactly the opposite of what is being said. Sigh. But, you know, it’s a lesson I seem to need to learn over and over: people will hear in these songs what they need to hear.
So, the singer is stuck in the middle of nowhere, having left his lover in St. Louis, thinking that he may have misbehaved, and maybe he should head on back there, possibly to grovel and ask to be taken back.
I don’t think Barlow was satisfied with the lyric, or maybe Weir wasn’t, because of the fact that the song’s extremely uneven performance history (from The Grateful Dead Family Discography: “‘Black Throated Wind’ was first performed by the Grateful Dead in March 1972. The song was played over 70 times in 1972 and then just under 20 times in each of 1973 and 1974. It was not then performed again until 1990 after which time it was played between 6 and 12 times in each of the following years through to 1995.”) gave rise to an attempt, when the song reappeared in 1990, to use a fairly extensive reworking of the lyrics.
Not sure how many times Weir sang those new words, but I think the attempt was abandoned before long. The newer words don’t seem either more lucid or more evocative than the original lyrics.
It does make me wonder, though, how often it occurred in the Dead repertoire, that there was proposed a significant re-working of lyrics once the song had been in performance for quite some time. It’s easy to find variants among early versions of the songs, and sometimes we come across lines that get changed with the times (“Throwing Stones,” “One More Saturday Night,” etc.), but aside from “Black Throated Wind,” was there another that reappeared in significantly different form?
I know Hunter wrote additional verses to “Truckin’,” but I don’t know that they were ever broken out in a show. Any others? It would be interesting to know. I think Hunter also rewrote “Mountains of the Moon” at some point, but again, I don’t think those new words ever made it into the Dead’s performance—or Furthur’s, when it comes to that song.
There’s something very quirky about the song. Looking at its musical notation in Grateful Dead Anthology II, I wonder at the contortions the transcriber had to go through to get at Weir’s melody line, which is often triplets sung over the four-four time signature (“alone with the rush of the drivers that won’t pick me up…”). And the chord progression is not exactly straightforward, either, with a song ostensibly in the key of E incorporating C major, G major, and D7 chords.
It’s the kind of strangeness, musically, that is quintessential Weir. He seems to manage, throughout his songwriting career, to challenge himself to not be happy with the easy answers when it comes to the music itself, and I really like that. Someday I will have to write about “Victim or the Crime,” which is perhaps the strongest example of this. Or even “Easy Answers” itself. There’s lots to play with in his songs—lots to challenge the ear and to make us, in a strange way, pay more attention to the lyrics than we might if the music was simpler, more straightforward.Am I making any sense whatsoever?
Over to you all, for your thoughts on this song, which I hope will be more clear than my own. Topics: hitchhiking; the song’s plot line; reworked lyrics; Bob’s birthday. Go!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Bobby!!! Today is a good day to pull out "Nightfall of Diamonds" a jam fest featuring Bob Weir in the 2nd set. 10/16/89 In this Deadheads opinion is Bob Weirs greatest performance ever with 5/21/74 a close second. HAPPY WEDNESDAY DEADLAND!!!
From One Man
Certainly you are right about "better by me than I done by you". It clearly means the singer is feeling regret for treating someone less well than he has been treated.
Correct. To do right by someone means to fulfill one's obligations to that person. Some may wish to think that the 'other' took advantage of the relationship and came out ahead, but that interpretation has no warrant in typical English usage. It may not be what Barlow meant (though I believe it is), but the literal meaning of the words is that the 'speaker' recognizes he didn't uphold his end of the relationship.
... the year--'78--from LI/NY livin in Encinitas,Ca. I had an aunt who lived in Marin co. & I visited her several years earlier.I called & asked if I could visit & to see the show--as I didnt know anyone in San Fran. I started hitchin north-early---took 24 hours to get there---one guynear San Lus Obispo-picked me up --gettin dark--gettin tired---lit's oneup---I mustve dozed off-----he wakes me & sez "here's a good place to hitch"" --i look --its dark-"cant ya drop me at the next exit????---oh well----dark-not sure if still on 101--headin north---a highway patrol-thru bullhorn---"get off the highway!"--yeh right--dont know where I am--I was walkin about a mile & realized it was uphill & tough to pull over on the turn-----back down the hill.Not much later a guy stops & sez'What are you doin wat out here?"--me "is this 101?"-him"yep!"----the I proceeded with my story---I was in farm country--an hour later-he dropped me off--at an exit.Next & last ride--about an hour south SF--a Mexican guy picks me up--"yeh I'm headin to town!--like a beer?--me--'ok'--I a little concerned at this point because its rainin & his wipers are on but no rubber--makin the chaulkboard noise--I guzzeled the beer in seconds as to keep my eyes on the road---he sez "whoa -that was fast--annutta one?-me ok!--I said " where are yer wiper blades?---he just laughed---5 minutes later we get pulled over by highway patrol--guy had a pint of booze in glove compartment--me "Officer I'm hitchin to SF--this gentleman picked me up!!---sent us on our way. He drops me off -I do not know at this time-south end of town--slight drizzle---walkin along---SF finest stops--me "which way to Golden Gate--headin to Marin Co."--them go to Van Ness-left --follow signs"-me Thanks! Several minutes later they come by again--"come here"-me-"I'm not doin anything.."-them-"this is a bad area--we'll give you a ride to Van Ness"--me where is this"-them-"MIssion District"--I was walkin along the Mission-in the rain & didnt even know it--it was quiet & no one out...at Van ness-they let me out---how about a ride to the Bridge????--them-"Goodnight!"-me-"Thanks for the ride!"--good thing they didnt check my bag with the red top shroom I had for the show!!---had to walk north-uptown then back west to bridge---24 hours--called my aunt--ahhh--shower & bed!!! Had a good visit in Marin---she thought it would be cool if I took the ferry over-from Oakland-to see the sites--maybe take a trolleycar ride-since I never had. The ride over NYE by boat was nice--except at the other side-California St.(I think)---the trolleys werent runnin......nice walk up a nice long hill--to Van Ness--hang a left--to a street I cant remember--to hang a right-to take a bus to Winterland. Did I mention I didnt HAVE A TICKET---I called--ALL SOLD OUT!!....soooo had a beer or two at a nearby bar--hanging out on the side.....I see guys jumpin up for the fire escape ladder---they get it down & start runnin up---needless to say I got my mojo workin & highstepped it into gear by the time I was runnin up --they were bangin on the door--by the time I reached the top THE DOOR FLEW OPEN----IN FOR THE MECCA-SF/DEAD/NYE!!!!!--watta rush---had several more beers it the neat bar they had there---shroom kickin in---AND meetin all kinds of friends from So.CAl & other friends from NY livin in other locations Cal.--& got to "wind down" at a friend's place---that's my hitchin story----I dont know if Black Throated Wind was played---but I do remember they opened with "the Music never stopped"--yes---a band beyond description.....ALOHA! Da Roach!
I just listened to the beginning of the version from the Kaiser on 12/30/86. I was there, although my brain was on planet Mars (just saw Gravity yesterday, btw...good flick!), and the intro was 30 beats long! I challenge anyone to find a longer one, lol.
Oh, and I was grateful for one ride to the first night of Mountain Aire '87 after my buddy's International Harvester broke down in Nevada. :)
This song is special and that's all I'm going to say.
Ah, I do love the spirit of "I don't know," especially when it comes to literary interpretation. Thank you all for a splendid conversation about the phrase "better my me than I've done by you." It has opened up some vistas for me in this song, and I hope that's true for all of us participating in the conversation.
Also, I love the hitchhiking stories! Keep 'em coming.
What a great discussion! Thanks to [Willie and the] handjive for pinpointing the different meanings of the phrase "done better."
And I agree, the slingshot metaphor could be in the running for the worst/best something or other. It's not exactly graceful, but I like it because it seems like the non-poetic thoughts somebody might be thinking when they're freezing to death on the side of the road in the middle of the night.
Another aspect to that metaphor is the possible reference to The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress by Robert Heinlein, a SciFi writer who was very popular with 60s hippies and read by the Dead. The moon residents slung rocks at the Earth with, basically, a slingshot.
Quite a few tunes matured during their initial performance history, with lyrics dropped and added, notably West L.A. Fadeaway, but I think the Wave that Flag --> U.S. Blues metamorphosis/overhaul was the most drastic.
As for hitch-hiking, my bud and I picked up a guy in my 1970 VW Type II after leaving Mile High Stadium on June 28, 1991--the show where a full moon came up behind the band during the second set--and he turned us onto a scene in Nederland, above Boulder. There were a ton of heads throughout the woods as the next shows were a few months off in Cal Expo. We partied up there for about a week, including one night in a barn where a group were handing out free joints they were rolling from a huge pile of weed laid out on a picnic table.
looooooove this tune...
8/27/72, 9/17/72, 5/18/72 (underrated show!!) &
another i'm totally spacing right now :/
probably round out my Top 5...
but, REEEALLY dig the Portland 7/26/72 version...
(some tasty guitar fills by Garcia throughout ALL these
versions are what does it for me as my fav's...)
the 'comments' made by Lesh & Weir right before are
All-Timers, go check it out, i&i won't ruin it for you here :~}
AND, listen closely to the very beginning, you can here Jer ask:
"We Gonna Bullshit All Night, Or We Gonna Play Some Tunes?!?"
CLASSIC!! LOVE IT!!!
this whole show, especially Set:1 (with all the stage banter!!)
is KILLER (a 31min Dark Star>Comes A Time too!¡!)
not sure why it doesn't get mentioned much in the many
discussions/comments made about '72 on the threads here...
(note: listening to the Dark Star>Other One>Sing Me Back Home
from 5/7/72 as i'm writing this, another GEM from '72!!)
anyways... EPIC, Alltime bobby tune... irie feelings, ace.
ps... THANK YOU FOR 8/27/72!!! it's about fucking time, man...
Rorschach to me.