Grateful Dead

Greatest Stories Ever Told - "China Cat Sunflower"

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!)

“China Cat Sunflower”

I wasn’t sure exactly why, but I had been saving “China Cat Sunflower” for a special occasion. Celebrating the start of a new year seems like an appropriate occasion, so let’s look at what is probably my number one desert-island song. I mean, if I had to whittle it all down to just one song I could bring with me, this would be it. And in particular the Europe ’72 recording.

This song opened my ears to the band in a big way. And I have spent many hours with it over the years, never getting tired of it. I don’t tire of it musically, or lyrically. I don’t tire of the interplay between the words and the music. I relish each new dive into this song.

And I’m not sure why this is. I do remember when it “happened” to me. I was home for Christmas break from college, and a friend and I went shopping for records. She was a huge Deadhead, and I was a neophyte. She told me I should buy the triple Europe ’72 album, so I did. And that night, I put it on my parents’ record player—an old Magnavox console--when they were somewhere out and about, and listened. I lay on the floor of their living room, and stared at the cottage-cheese ceiling, and watched the patterns form and re-form there, to the music that was playing—such a delicate constellation of intertwined guitar notes. I couldn’t believe the intricacy! I couldn’t fathom how it was being done.

And I don’t think I actually understood very many of the words—they were more like part of the instrumentation, like the poetry of HD Moe that I later came to love because he used words in this way to create a stained-glass verbal image.

Learning the words took awhile.

First, I started in the time-honored method of lifting the needle from the groove and setting it back just a bit to try to catch the words. My transcription didn’t get very far using this method. It wasn’t until David Gans published an interview with Robert Hunter in BAM magazine, which included the lyrics to “China Cat Sunflower,” that I had any real inkling what was being sung.

That said, actually having the words didn’t do that much to clarify anything, and I think that’s just exactly what Robert Hunter would have wanted.

Hunter’s statements about the song include this, from his lyric anthology, A Box of Rain:

“Nobody ever asked me the meaning of this song. People seem to know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s good that a few things in this world are clear to all of us.”

And, from an interview with David Gans, in his Conversations with the Dead:

“I think the germ of ‘China Cat Sunflower’ came in Mexico, on Lake Chapala. I don’t think any of the words came, exactly-the rhythms came. I had a cat sitting on my belly, and was in a rather hypersensitive state, and I followed this cat out to—I believe it was Nepture—and there were rainbows across Neptune, and cats marching across the rainbow. This cat took me in all these cat places; there’s some essence of that in the song.”

The song is part of what was a set of lyrics sent by Hunter to the band when they recruited him to be the lyricist for the group. A note on Alex Allan’s Grateful Dead Lyric and Song Finder site says: “Robert Hunter played Saint Stephen>Alligator>China Cat Sunflower>The Eleven>China Cat Sunflower on 18 March 2003 to illustrate how the songs had originally been conceived.”

The kaleidoscope of imagery in the song does seem fairly clear in the overall state of mind it’s communicating. Hunter referred to the effect as something along the lines of a “glittery image bank,” saying: I can sit right here and write you a ‘China Cat’ or one of those things in ten minutes. How many of those things do you need…?”

Given that’s true, still—I’m endless fascinated by the selection of images in the song, and the way they play off each other and off of my own state of mind or place of being at any given moment or stage in my life.

Hunter mailed the lyrics to the band in mid-1967, and by January 1968 the band was performing a medley of songs that included “Dark Star,” “China Cat Sunflower,” and “The Eleven.” The first known live version of the song dates from a Carousel Ballroom performance on January 17, 1968. The song evolved over the ensuing months, including changes in key, tempo, and arrangement, until sometime in the summer of 1969, when it was paired, for the first time, with “I Know You Rider.” Once that pairing became the standard, it was locked in, with the single exception noted in DeadBase being a March 9, 1985 version where it went into “Cumberland Blues.” “China Cat” remained steadily the repertoire, with the exception of the years 1975-1978, when it was played just once, in 1977. Overall, it was performed live 552 times that we know of, making it the fifth most-played song by the band, and number one in songs sung by Garcia. Its final performance was on July 8, 1995, at Soldier Field, in Chicago.

The song was released in its studio version on Aoxomoxoa, in June 1969.

Looking at the lyrics as a whole, and comparing them to a kaleidoscope in the effect they have on the mind, I see a range of accessible and yet mysterious associations and cross-references. Maybe it’s a reflection of Hunter’s mind in the self-described “hypersensitive state,” but it works fine for any listener who can picture silk trombones, violin rivers, Cheshire cats peeking through lace bandanas, and crazy quilt star gowns. I see crazy quilts, and lacey patterns, and weaving in and out of everything, cats. No commonality seems to link the imagery, except that they can take us on a journey.

We see Leonardo da Vinci’s mirror-script, for instance. If you happened to be holding the album cover for Aoxomoxoa in your hand, the mirroring is the theme both of the album’s title and of Rick Griffin’s artwork. Mirrors feature in a couple of early Hunter lyrics, from “Dark Star’s” shattering mirror, to the window-mirror in “Rosemary.” The mirror in “China Cat” is introduced only if you find yourself thinking about the “Leonardo words.”

As far as the cats go, we have a number of possibilities. First, there’s the China Cat of the title and first line. There’s a whole ceramic artform in Japan, dating to the 17th century, devoted to creating and decorating china cats, called Kutani, in which ceramic cats are beautifully painted. A related version of these cats is called Satsuma.

Some things just resist logic or understanding—how the particular journey Hunter was on transpired is completely out of our reach, as is that of any one of us taken as an individual. And yet we can share the sense of the experience, understanding that there is something beyond reason, something vast and visual and auditory that is ready to be tapped at any moment, if only we can access that place and state of being.

I am very happy that Robert Hunter gave it a go. And I’m glad to know that there are those who understand without needing to understand.

Happy New Year, everyone!


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China Cat

First, a hefty thanks to David for all he does to keep the band alive, and his annotated lyrics. I have turned to them often. Now, to say that China Cat>Rider is my favorite song of all time is inadequate. No other composition has the power to move me over and over and again. It's mysterious words are like many Hunter lyrics, simply evocative without meaning. It took me a while to grasp how perfectly Jerry turned their poetry by chopping off lines at incongruous points to make the song all the more fascinating.

And then there is the music. From the simple, gripping string thump of the intro to the intricate dancing of Jerry's fingers over the frets, to the pulsating climax, in classic Dead style.

Like many, I can't explain why CC touches a chord so deep in me every time I hear it. But it does, and for that I am eternally grateful...pardon the pun.

Love to all.


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we're looking into it

as the software in question is pretty effective at keeping out a plague of spammers (one gets through now and then, but you should see what doesn't...), but lately seems to have fallen into an excess of misplaced zeal. We're working on it, and sorry for the trouble.

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And a fine moderator you are, Mary. I know you're out there, but you're so unobtrusive that it's easy to forget. It felt more like we were being censored at the time, so moderator was a poor choice of words on my part.

The edit verification thing, however, is a bit tedious and I do question its necessity.


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China Cat Sunflower/ I Know You Rider

This has always been very special to me. Europe 72, From Vinyl ,about 3 copys to now, it still is,
The song is so delicate, so much going on between Weir and Garcia, The opening to CC is about the best intro to a Dead song there is. Weir playing at his best, the version on EU72 box set from May 3 is just awesome. Another grate version is on DP 10 from Dec,77.
Happy New Year to One Man

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ha, thanks!

I AM loving it.

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Great tune

Thanks to Hunter for the bizarre lyrics and to the band for weaving the music around the words.
I too became an instant fan of the Europe '72 vinyl recording, wearing out 3 albums and an 8 track tape. Through the ages, I've become most fond of the versions with the "Feeling Groovy" jam, which began 3/16/73 and ran through 10/20/74.

Long live the moderator in the sparkling LeSabre!!

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you've had a moderator since the site launched.

however, I'm not removing your posts, a software bug is, and I've reported it. I'm putting things back as soon as I find them.

Joined: Jun 15 2007

Since when did we get, or need, a moderator around here? And what's the point of this edit verification? Once we're logged in as us...well, isn't that kinda the point?

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China Cat Forever

Wow, great comments as always!

I've been thinking about how to synopsize [succinctly] my feelings/reactions to this song and my conclusion is that I can't. I'm the type who can't help but listen to the words (I think we all are in this group), but in this case more than any the words should not be taken out of the context of the song.

This is another song like Dark Star that's "always playing somewhere" and is integral to consciousness, or to be less cosmic, to the relationship to our shared experience that the Grateful Dead's music plays on. As Anna rRxia says, the words don't matter; and as Hunter said, how many of these commodities (psychedelic metaphors) do we need? He can write us up another one. The artwork here is a snapshot of a set of images that are always changing but that help us arrive at a shared feeling and an appreciation of our shared consciousness.

The (marvelous!) words as written are so multi-faceted as to be meaningless, and could go on forever, perhaps approaching or shying away from meaning constantly. One of my recent experiences with China Cat was hearing DSO perform it in Concord NH: Mattson played the lead riff five or more times before Eaton finally started his rhythmic weave around it. The point is that all of the parts (especially the bass part in my mind) are playing constantly, we just need to tap into it.

This is one of the essential Dead songs. This is on the short list we need to give to the next group of aliens (I have no idea what the first group did with the songs and mushrooms we gave them) when they ask about why the Grateful Dead are so important. Of course, having read Lewis Carroll as a youngster may be a key ... hmm.


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