Greatest Stories Ever Told - "Cassidy"
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.
Former United States Poet Laureate Billy Collins had this to say about poetry itself:
And how will it ever end?
unless the day finally arrives
when we have compared everything in the world
to everything else in the world,…
- From “The Trouble With Poetry.”
In the Bob Weir / John Perry Barlow composition “Cassidy,” Barlow sets himself the task of comparing a newborn baby girl, named Cassidy, with the legendary “Cowboy Neal” who previously appeared in “That’s It For the Other One.” In this case, the comparison is a study in contrasts, even as the two Cassidys intersect in the life of the band. “There he goes, and now here she starts — hear her cry.”
I think each of us, listening and singing along, can hear our entire lives in this song. We arrive and we are lost to the world, eventually. I love the contrasting images of the colt drawing the coffin cart, of the scorched ground being grown green again, of the night-time washed clean.
Barlow wrote this song for the newborn Cassidy Law, daughter to the band’s beloved office manager and early archivist and caretaker of the Deadheads, Eileen Law. Neal Cassady died in February, 1968, near San Miguel de Allende, apparently from the effects of exposure to the elements. Cassidy (note the different spelling) Law was born in 1970. In the song, the two are linked in the way we always link those who have passed away and those who bear their names into the future.
The Dead have quite a few songs about the arc of birth to death. “Black Peter,” “Ripple,” “Crazy Fingers,” and others all mention these salient facts of our existence. I believe that the knowledge we will die is what defines us as humans, though of course it seems that other animals must know this. (I’ve always said that I want these words on my gravestone: “I knew this would happen.”) I think maybe the band’s name has something to do with this.
I know several people for whom this song is particularly evocative of a sense of comfort in the passing of loved ones. And maybe it’s the sense of things going on despite the deaths of friends and family—or the wonderful way that the flight of the seabirds in the song, scattering like lost words, convey the beauty we can find in the midst of things falling apart. I don’t know.
Kesey and Cassady
“Cassidy” first appeared on Weir’s solo album, Ace (1972), and it has appeared on many live releases. It’s been in the Ratdog and Furthur repertoire steadily.
The Grateful Dead played this song a lot (334 times), and continuously, although they did not debut it until 1974, when they played it once, on March 23, at the Cow Palace. (This was the show where the Wall of Sound first appeared ((“The Sound Test”)) and the other first-time-played in the show was “Scarlet Begonias.”) From 1976 on, it remained in steady rotation. The song’s final performance by the Dead took place on July 6, 1995, at Riverport Amphitheatre in Maryland Heights, Missouri—the band’s third-to-last concert. It was almost always a first-set tune.
“Cassidy” contains a nice wide-open jam spot, and the band ventured quite a distance in those jams, reaching into space before coalescing back, as if by magic, into the “Flight of the seabirds” reprise.
Here’s a talking point for everyone, if poetry, Neal, and life and death don’t get you going: how many children, dogs, cats, etc. have been named Cassidy since this song was written? I have known quite a number myself. And it’s not just “Cassidy.” I have met many others with Dead-inspired names. I myself have had cats named China and Cosmic Charley. There must be Stellas, Altheas, Shannons, Delias, Ann-Maries, and so on. Maybe you ARE one of these! I would love to hear some good stories about names. I think there must be a number of Jeromes out there.
Barlow seems fascinated by names and naming: “What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?” he asks in “Let It Grow.” “I will sing you love songs written in the letters of your name,” he writes in “Looks Like Rain,” as well as this song’s “Speaks his name, though you were born to me, Cassidy.”
In Oliver Trager’s The American Book of the Dead, he quotes Eileen as saying she had picked out the name before the birth, because “I thought it sounded good for either a boy or a girl.” And Weir, who was strumming the incipient tune in the room next door to the birth, says “I named in ‘Cassidy’ because it was born the same day as Cassidy Law.”
One thing writing these weekly blogs posts is teaching me, is that no matter how long I have lived with these songs, they have more to give, and I have more to learn about the songs. I’ve been corrected on at least one point every week by the most excellent folks who take the time to comment on the posts. I take time to re-read the material I can lay my hands on (having given away most of my Grateful Dead library a few years back to the Marin History Museum…). And I stumble across some gems in the essays and entries I do find. Richard Gehr, in the liner notes to “So Many Roads,” writes beautifully about the lyrics, and has enlightening things to say about “Cassidy.” He describes the song as “[tuning] in to the lively, lonely frequency of “Cowboy Neal” Cassady.”
Well, that’s enough. Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine….
I made this song the lullaby for my youngest son, Jack. (...sprang to the saddle like wind, I allow, with bridle strands of lighting!)
He is now seven years old: and hearing him sing it back to me is one of the most beautiful things in this whole world.
I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus!
So sorry for all your losses and hard times. All good things to you and your loved ones.
Thank you and you are so right.Not everybody understands. She was something special, as I've never seen a cat act like her. Then to read this write up about the meaning of the song is even more mysterious to me. I have a friend that is dying from A.L.S. And through some choices I made, we haven't been close as we once were. Just yesterday, there was a gathering of friends that went to see him. I found out my name was on the list of people he'd hoped would visit, but I didn't go because I thought he didn't want me there. I realized I've been so wrapped up in me, that I'm fading away into nowhere. Chasing a mirage. Leaving others behind only to find myself here. Sort of alone an distant. Yesterday,while the gathering was going on and i was home alone, the neighbors son came over needing air from our compressor for his tank. His beautiful cat Oliver followed him over. My cat chased his cat across the yard and Oliver was ran over trying to cross the road. DAMN! He saw him get hit and his little sister was in their yard saw Oliver die. I can't help but think I should have been at my friends house. So this last week has been very strange to me. by the way, I'm going to see my friend this evening.
Life can be strange in between the sunshine and the rain.
"The context changes and thus, everything in it. What Cassidy meant to an audience, many of whom had actually known Neal personally, is quite different from what it means to an audience which has largely never heard of the guy.
Some things don't change. People die. Others get born to take their place. Storms cover the land with trouble. And then, always, the sun breaks through again.
sorry for your loss.....pets are family in ways I can not begin to describe....
...and she was gone. Out little Cassie came in like a wind. She was small at 6 months old, but daring and fun. She would climb the pecan tree outside our bedroom window at night and when I would look for her, she'd come climbing down. She was so funny. In smaller trees, she learned to jump from limb to limb. I figured she was practicing her mad ninja skills to catch squirrels, as she would chase them up trees and they would jump to another tree. We have an older cat named Smokie. He is so mellow but bad at the same time, when you turn your back he's into something. They had fun together for only six months. She chased him, he chased her. She sat under the chair in the kitchen where he would sit, and reach up and swat his tail until his patience wore thin and he would attack back. He'd smack her down and you'd think she's leave him alone, but not Cassie. Well she died a week ago. Neighbor found her in the highway. It was so sad for me. I really loved that wild cat. She never let you rub her unless she was sleepy. She cuddled with Smokie, watched him like a hawk and wanted to be near him most of the time. She really brought a lot of joy to us. Fare thee well, for I loved her like a child. Oh and I love this song and the introduction.
When deciding what to name my first child, not knowing the sex, the only name to come to mind was Cassady. When her father and I discussed it, I told him of my love for the dead song and how I always wanted that for the one born to me. We decided to each pick someone who inspired us, being a classical trained piano player convert to psychedelic jam music I picked my inspiration ho gave me the for confidence I could actually put down the music in front of me and play with anyone, I picked Page MCConnel of Phish. My husband, a writer and lover of the Beat Writers chose Neal Cassady....knowing my love of the name and finding reason in himself to agree. Thus, Cassady Page was born in 2000!
Love, Love, Love Cassidy. Simply brilliant in my opinion and appreciation. That tune, off of Reckoning, is pure magic. I found myself randomly googling 'flight of the sea birds' and 'wheel to the storm and fly'. I came across this ...
It is a great, great read. When I read that paragraph about ... "I spent a long day in a cloud of whirling ice crystals, sometime in the afternoon the words to Cassidy arrived, complete and intact. I just found myself singing the song as though I'd known it for years". ... I can imagine the exact moment of pure inspiration and the genesis of the "sea birds" line, creating so many uplifting moments of performance and playback. Thank you Mr. Barlow. Thank you Mr. Weir.
The Beatles...Magical Mystery Tour
Further...No left turn unstoned
The Who...Magic Bus
Partridge Family...be careful
Bozo/Bolo Bus...which one was which?
and thank god...Kris Kross...missed the bus.