Grateful Dead

Greatest Stories Ever Told - "Saint Stephen"

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!)

“Saint Stephen”

The sheer unlikelihood of a song about an early Christian martyr as rock anthem makes “Saint Stephen” a wonderful and intriguing and endlessly fascinating piece, both lyrically and in its many musical variants over the years.

The song credits go to Robert Hunter for the lyrics, and to Jerry Garcia for the major part of the song’s music, with Phil Lesh composing the music for the coda. The first documented performance, according to DeadBase X, took place on May 24, 1968, at the National Guard Armory (shades of “One More Saturday Night”!) in St. Louis. In and out of the repertoire it went, dropping away in 1971, reappearing from 1976 to 1979, then brought back for several performances in 1983. It racked up a total 289 known performances.

“Saint Stephen” appeared on the Dead’s third studio album, Aoxomoxoa, which was released on June 20, 1969. Notably, it was captured and released on Live Dead, as part of a blockbuster suite including “Dark Star,” “The Eleven,” and “Lovelight.” In that performance, the coda (included in italics in Hunter’s Box of Rain lyrics anthology as part of “Saint Stephen”) provided a bridge between “Saint Stephen” and “The Eleven”: “High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops….”

An interview in Relix magazine contained this exchange:

Relix: Was Saint Stephen anyone specific?
Hunter: No, it was just Saint Stephen.
Relix: You weren’t writing about someone, you were writing about something?
Hunter: Yea. That was a great song to write.

He also discussed the song in an interview with Jeff Tamarkin:

I had been working on this a long time before I gave it to the Grateful Dead, before I took off for New Mexico, which is where I originally sent them the lyrics from. I don't know what to say about this song, except that it was very important to me. It seemed to be saying oodles. It's still one of my favorites. I didn't know who the real Saint Stephen was until I wrote it.

Of course, the imagery the song gets across is more or less branded into the cerebral cortices of Deadheads everywhere, and we see this saint with his rose going in and out of the garden, and we see the wishing well, and the golden bell, and the ladyfinger writing “what for?” across the morning sky. (Although, I almost hesitate to point out, some of us may visualize the “lady finger” as a lady’s finger, some of us as a celestial pastry…)

In fact, the song is full of nothing but questions. Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, but for now, it’s questions all the way down that well.

Unanswered questions run through the song, and not even this giant of early Christian history knows how to answer the first ones posed: “Did it matter? Does it now?”

The Relix interviewer was very likely probing Hunter to see if he would say anything about the speculations over the years that the song was really about Stephen Gaskin, the Haight Ashbury spiritual leader who eventually founded The Farm, and who led a well-attended discussion group during the heyday of the Haight. The discussion group was known as the Monday Night Class, and at its peak during 1969 and 1970 it drew up to 1500 attendees. (It was held at a location out by the Great Highway. Lyrics within lyrics…)

But neither Hunter, nor anyone else, has had anything positive to say about such speculation. Nope, it’s about the Christian martyr.

And who was this martyr? He was the first deacon ordained by the apostles, one of seven deacons. “Stephen” is derived from the Greek for “crown,” (“country garland”?) and his career is documented in the biblical book of The Acts of the Apostles, chapters 6-8. (“And Stephen, full of grace and fortitude, did great wonders and signs among the people.”) He was stoned to death for preaching that Israel had deviated from God’s word, around the year 34. His feast day is celebrated on December 26.

An 1833 hymn, “Saint Stephen Was a Holy Man” (credited to “traditional”) contains this verse, bringing to mind the line: “Wherever he goes, the people all complain:

But when they heard him so to say,
Their hearts in sunder clave,
And gnashing on him with their teeth,
Like madmen they did rave;
And then they all so sharp and shrill,
With violence gan ran,
That there, without the city-walls,
They ston'd this holy man.

(This hymn’s chorus bears some resemblance to “Mason’s Children.” Hmmm….another time.)

Interestingly, both Stephens were preachers, in a way. I love the line, “Wherever he goes, the people all complain.” No one enjoys being told difficult truths. They can get you killed.

The music accompanying all of this imagery, all these questions without answers, can be at times grandiose, at times, rollicking in its initial verses, but then it melts into the bridge: “Lady finger, dipped in moonlight…” These lines were characterized by the writer Ed McClanahan, in his piece about the Dead in Playboy magazine, “Grateful Dead I Have Known,” “…the sweetest, tenderest, loveliest thing anybody had ever said to her, ever in her life.” (McClanahan was relating a speculative story about a young woman’s experience while in the act of conceiving a child she later claimed was Garcia’s own “true” child. You have to read the piece to get it.)

But there’s that very strong image, staying with us stubbornly, of a finger, dipped in moonlight, writing a question across the morning sky. And the daybreak brings a splatter of answers, doesn’t it? And can’t you just see darkness shrugging, turning, and bidding the day goodbye? It may not “make sense” but it makes perfect sense.

And then, where does that speeding arrow come from? And who is that babe being wrapped in scarlet, like some character in an ancient ballad? In fact, so much about this song feels ancient and at the same time hallucinatory, we are left in an altered state of consciousness by the words alone. And the music just helps that along.

The song seems to come to some kind of conclusion, only to have its own lyrics undercut that conclusion. The very determined declamation of “Saint Stephen will remain, all he’s lost he shall regain” is followed by a verse that ends with an answer to a question that is then questioned itself: “But what would be the answer to the answer man?”

The coda that follows seems like some lost fragment of Celtic song, or maybe that’s just the memory I have of staring at the words that were including as an insert to the Live Dead LP, which were written in a very Celtic-looking script with large elaborate capitals.

Here’s where the song’s own garden appears—appropriately, since our saint is going in and out of said garden holding a rose. Vines, lavender, ivy, and manzanita…plenty of plants for your Grateful Dead garden, all languishing for lack of water in the barren landscape.

The song has remained very much alive in the repertoire of the various post-Grateful Dead bands, and it’s always wonderful to hear, and especially to hear the big crowd reactions to certain lines and the roaring out of others in a huge chorus.

It definitely seems to be saying oodles. And in my mind, it’s one of those Hunter lyrics that shows how wide open the lyrics can be, even with very specific imagery. One of these weeks, I’m going to get around to “China Cat Sunflower.”

Here’s the craziest story I have to go with “Saint Stephen.” At my first Dead show, in October 1976, when the band played the first, ringing, opening notes of the song, the sun blinked. I mean, there was a moment of complete darkness in the middle of an outdoor, sunlit Day on the Green show at the Oakland Coliseum, and then the sun came back on. Believe it if you need it…but I did go on to become a reference librarian, and what is a reference librarian if not an answer man?

A final connection to note here, although I am certain there are many more. Garcia’s memorial service was held at Saint Stephen’s Episcopal Church in Belvedere, Marin County, California, with Mathew Fox presiding.

Over to you.

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real deep

the song is narrow and deep, like the arrow being shot...

you can't ignore the christian imagery when the song is named st. stephen. to me, the babe in scarlet has always been jesus... calling it your own is st. stephen by synecdoche representing all of christianity claiming jesus as their own and the beginning of christian religion. an attempt by man to grasp something that we hope helps us explain our existence.

stephen, like all mortals may have doubted jesus himself. stephen was twixt now and then like we are now, and since then, seems to have regained a whole lot. the imagery of the earth being our "home," being temporary, is expounded by the sea shore and dawn rising. this dawn has the all-important "what for?" question scrawled across it. although stephen may have thought he had the answer, his was probably based a lot on christianity.

our existence, similar to the song, is a mystery. stephen definitely didn't have the answer, and the great irony is the answer man doesn't have it either.

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real deep

the song is narrow and deep, like the arrow being shot...

you can't ignore the christian imagery when the song is named st. stephen. to me, the babe in scarlet has always been jesus... calling it your own is st. stephen by synecdoche representing all of christianity claiming jesus as their own and the beginning of christian religion. an attempt by man to grasp something that we hope helps us explain our existence.

stephen, like all mortals may have doubted jesus himself. stephen was twixt now and then like we are now, and since then, seems to have regained a whole lot. the imagery of the earth being our "home," being temporary, is expounded by the sea shore and dawn rising. this dawn has the all-important "what for?" question scrawled across it. although stephen may have thought he had the answer, his was probably based a lot on christianity.

our existence, similar to the song, is a mystery. stephen definitely didn't have the answer, and the great irony is the answer man doesn't have it either.

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Live Dead insert

Handjive, you remember correctly. The insert in Live Dead contains the lyrics for sides one and two of that double album, i.e. Saint Stephen, The Eleven, and Dark Star.

We know that R. D. Thomas did the cover art. Did he do the insert as well?

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I also love that

I also love that illustration.

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Back and Forth

Hi! To me this has always been one of the deepest, most basic Dead songs. And I've always felt it was a "worrying" song. Stephen is pacing back and forth, going in and out of the garden, like he's got a big question on his mind, perhaps the question the Lady's finger writes in the sky. This back and forth sway is accentuated by the couplet rhyming scheme in the first few verses and the last few, and the image of the bucket halfway 'twixt now and then.

The question ("What for?") is not cosmic, it's about something specific that he did or didn't do. And it'll be ok, been here (in a state of indecision/angst) so long he's got to calling it home. Do we have any clue what he did or didn't do? Well, he's going to wrap the babe in scarlet covers and call it his own for what that's worth. And as well documented by Mr. Dodd et al., the rose that opens the song can be seen as a masculine symbol of love.

OK, the rose can also be seen as a symbol of mystery, of death (when held by a martyr), etc. I don't mean to say the song has a simple meaning for me, but wanted to point out a possible narrative and my feeling that it's a song about fateful decisions.

BTW, to go a little off track, I was at the Boston Music Hall on 6/9/76 when the Dead opened the second set of [essentially] the first post-hiatus tour with St. Stephen, and boy, I can still feel the thrill. Two years was a long time for me back then, not to mention 6 years since it had been played. It was a chestnut from the mystical past of the Dead back then, and it's still one of their most precious songs! To go even more off track, I saw DSO cover that 6/9/76 show in Boston a couple of years ago, about 50 yards from the old building where the boys played.

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1983 St. Steve

In the Fall of 1983, I was riding my motorcycle from NH to FL and stopped in Greensboro, NC to catch the Dead show on 10/9. I forget how this happened exactly, but somehow I found myself in the arena lobby during soundcheck. By putting my ear up to the crack in the door to the hall, I could clearly hear the band practicing the tricky parts to St. Stephen over and over. They didn't play it that night, but two nights later broke it out in NYC. Closest I ever came to hearing that song live.

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Elevator Music

The elevator at my workplace plays the first two notes of St. Stephen-- the first two notes you hear following the silence at the end of Dark Star, that tell you to settle in for a bit because, hell yes, they're going to play Saint F'ing Stephen--when it arrives on my floor to take me home at the end the day. As a result, I leave work every day with the song playing in my head. Been working there two years and I haven't gotten tired of it yet, though I'm looking for an elevator that plays the opening to Dark Star.

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aoxoMoxoa Live-Dead

I first listened to St.Stephen in late June of 1969 just after the release of AoxomoxoA. Still one of the best studio albums from the Dead. Fast forward six months later I bought Live-Dead at the same time as buying my first Dead tickets (Fillmore East 1/2/70). Live-Dead became the powerhouse of John Coltrane style extended improvisation and jamming. St. Stephen was the song that combined images of ivy wrapped around the manzinita like a Celtic knot. The lyric insert is a work of high art and caligraphy. Canyon Road,Santa Fe,New Mexico is where Hunter wrote St. Stephen along with other gems like China Cat. The most powerful live performance of St. Stephen I ever saw was 4th row center at the Fillmore East 9/19/70. It all melts into a dream.

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Signed insert

Hey, me too! I got my copy of that signed by Hunter when he played the Whole Earth Festival at UC Davis in 1977 or 1978. How fun!

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Music by Hunter?

Pretty sure not this one, mustin321.... "Easy Wind" and "It Must Have Been the Roses," both music by Hunter. Anyone have other info?

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