Greatest Stories Ever Told - "Me and My Uncle"
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!)
Since I mentioned it last week, I thought this would be as good a time as any to tackle “Me and My Uncle.” I have to admit, I’ve been avoiding the song for the past year or so.
What comes up for me when I first start thinking about blogging about any particular song is the first time I remember being conscious of it as a separate song. I think it took me awhile, after I started going to shows, before I was really able to differentiate all the songs. At the same time as I was going to as many Grateful Dead concerts as I possibly could, I was starting to accumulate the albums. (Yes, vinyl. And yes, I still have them.)
And what I remember about “Me and My Uncle” coming into my consciousness was being at Winterland with my friend Mike and his sister Danielle, and having Danielle tell me the name of the song. She was about 15 years old at the time, and we were the much older college kids, but she definitely knew more about the Dead than I did. She was enthusiastic, at that moment, about the fact that the band was playing this particular song, as if were a particular favorite, or something she hadn’t heard in awhile. And since I had a little bit of a crush on her, I filed that away, and it has stuck with me lo these many years.
Needless to say, I heard the song countless times over the following couple of decades, and indeed, it is the most-frequently-performed Grateful Dead song, with 616 performances noted in DeadBase. It’s among the very few cover songs we included in The Complete Annotated Grateful Dead Lyrics. The first documented performance was on November 29, 1966, at the Matrix in San Francisco, although the notes in DeadBase cast some doubt as to whether all the songs noted were from that show. Its final performance was July 6, 1995, at the Riverport Amphitheatre in Maryland Heights, Missouri.
And, though the lyrics seem like second nature to me now, there was a time when I thought the line was “I’m as honest as a government man can be.” I still like that better than the “real” line!
Two guys on the road. Card games. Betrayal. Gold. Horses. Shirtless singers. All the classic ingredients of a cowboy song, right?
The origin story of this song is well documented. John Phillips, of The Mamas and the Papas, wrote it in a tequila-soaked haze after a Judy Collins concert, in roughly 1964, best as I can ascertain, in a hotel room with Stephen Stills, Neil Young, and some others. He woke up with no memory of writing the song, but fortunately, someone had run a cassette tape, and Judy Collins kept it, later recording the song. The liner notes to Phillips’s Phillips 66 album say that “John used to joke that, little by little, with each royalty check, the memory of writing the song would come back to him.”
Phillips’s other best-known songs include “California Dreamin’,” “Monday, Monday,” and “San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers in Your Hair).”
Bob Weir says he learned the song from “a hippie named Curly Jim,” who, according to Blair Jackson, must have been Curly Jim Cook, a member of the Bay Area band A.B. Skhy.
When I put together the annotated lyrics site and book, I was loath to annotate the cover songs. Therefore, I never did note very much about the song in terms of its references. Maybe I can take care of that here.
If Phillips wrote the song out of his head, without a map to hand, he must have had a good sense of geography. If you look at the route from, say, Pueblo, Colorado, to El Paso, Texas, you will see that Santa Fe is indeed about halfway between the two points. Amazing.
What was the time period? Well, there are some clues, but not anything that would narrow it down much. There are cowboys. They’re drinking in a bar. People are riding horses. They are betting gold. So, somewhere between 1870 and 1912, at which point Santa Fe became part of New Mexico (up until then it was located in Texas, officially)…. I would love to hear additional speculation.
The card game referred to as “High Low Jacks” in the song seems to be a game known more commonly as “Pitch.” It also goes by the name “Setback.” It can be played as a partners game, or as a singles game—known as Cutthroat Pitch. If you want to know more, you can look it up!
It’s a long ride from Santa Fe to the Mexican border—337 miles or so to Juarez, just across the river from El Paso. That could have been a ten-day ride, if the horses average 35 miles a day, which seems to be within reason.
All-in-all, a dire tale of dishonest guys from Denver. Having lived in Denver for awhile, I never noticed that in particular, but it’s a fun line. The one time I saw them play in Denver, in November of 1994, they played the song. I don’t remember the reaction from the crowd…
Not that there needs to be a moral to the story, but if there is one, I’d say it’s “watch each card you play, and play it slow.”
I read somewhere that, while John Phillips was influenced by cactus related substances when he wrote MAMU, it wasn't just tequila.
When I used to play MAMU with Bob Irvine we figured that, since we weren't from Denver and had nothing against people who were from Denver, we would make it "I'm as honest as a criminal man can be".
I've always doubted John Phillip's claim that the song was written in a "Tequila soaked haze" and that he didn't recall writing it. You see, it seems too clever and well thought out to be composed in such a careless and slapdash manner. It's actually an inspired composition, and tells a good story.
But if what John Phillips claims was actually the truth, it shows what a great songwriter he actually was. You see, I can't even create a decent song on my own, even when I'm totally sober.
Mary--The photo was added in by Deadnet, so we'll have to ask!
There I go again, extrapolating from reading too fast. The article I read about Santa Fe (Wikipedia...) noted that the Republic of Texas laid claim to Santa Fe upon its secession from Mexico in 1836. However, you are correct, that never seemed to take, and in subsequent events, it was simply in the territory of New Mexico, not in Texas. My (Texas-sized) mistake!
we never got picked up as hitchhikers...
John's kinda mean on tequila...but productive... I got bombed on ta-kill-ya at a wedding reception long time ago and woke up on a gravel driveway - far away, no car, before cell phones. Pranksters. Understandably so, the homeowners were unimpressed and called me a cab - the kind with red and blue lights. The upside was that the sheriff's deputy who woke me up was a really cute gal who was new to the force and she gave me a free ride - all 17 miles - back to my car.
Other working titles included, but weren't limited to: (chronological order in the span of 7 minutes)
Me and My Antifungal
Me and Art Garfunkel
Me and My Carbuncle
Me and Say Uncle
and then, finally,
Me and My Uncle
...little known 1's and zeroes about the actual song title progression
I love MAMU! :))))))))))))) it's energy helps pull ya outa the goo
You can hear the Judy Collins recording at https://myspace.com/80093079/music/song/me-my-uncle-4757-5180, though you have to sit through a commercial first.
Here's Joni Mitchell performing it live in 1965: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zp3lJg07u4w. When they invent that time machine and I can go back to see some incredible Dead concerts, I just might sneak out and go see Joni Mitchell once or twice.
Skull and Roses shook up my young world like you wouldn't believe, and MAMU was one of the reasons.
(btw there is a Santa Fe in Texas, but it's in Galveston County over by the Gulf of Mexico)
some info pages:
Texan Santa Fe Expedition -- 1841
SANTA FE COUNTY | The Handbook of Texas Online | Texas State Historical Association (TSHA)
And Santa Fe’s City Historian, Jose Garcia (Santa Fe native), can be emailed at:
the MAMU that frequently comes to mind is the one from skull and roses (4/29/71). It would have been REALLY cool if they had included the Cumberland Blues that it segues from.