Greatest Stories Ever Told - “Scarlet Begonias”
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!)
It’s a bouncy, bubbling song. It seems to be about one, thing, then blossoms into being about everything. It’s got lyrical motifs aplenty (flowers, nursery rhymes, gambling, shapes, colors, musical forms, precious metals, and more). This song, come to think of it, has it all.
Do you need encouragement and inclusion? “Everybody’s playing in the heart of gold band.”
How about some hard-fought wisdom? “I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by...”
Or maybe some cosmic teaching? “Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.”
This song is laced with memorable and meaningful lines, showcasing Robert Hunter at the height of his songwriting chops, and paired perfectly with a similar accomplishment from Jerry Garcia. Few songs in the Dead repertoire can get at us in so many ways, make us see our lives from so many angles simultaneously, and immediately launch us all into a groove of furious dancing.
“Scarlet Begonias.” It’s the one Dead tune I’ve heard played repeatedly at San Francisco Giants games.
It debuted on March 23, 1974, at the Cow Palace in Daly City, California—a show that also featured the first “Cassidy,” and the sound test for the Wall of Sound. After that, it was never long out of rotation, and from 1977 on, it was rarely without its mate, “Fire on the Mountain.” The song’s final performance by the Dead was on July 2, 1995, at Deer Creek Music Center, in Noblesville, Indiana. “Scarlet Begonias” was played 316 times in concert.
The song was recorded on Grateful Dead From the Mars Hotel, on June 27, 1974, and it opened side two of the LP. It was the first song I played on my new stereo system at college. (Who cares? I do—it was a memorable moment in my music listening life.)
This is definitely a story song. Like most of Hunter’s story songs, it has an uncertain outcome, and the sequence of events is a bit up for grabs. Our narrator is in London, walking around in the neighborhood of the US Embassy, and sees a pretty girl—his gaze is drawn to her. They meet, she either is or is not impervious to his charms, they engage in a (likely metaphorical) game of cards, and he learns to let her pass by—but what is meant by learning the hard way? “Do they, or don’t they”, as I believe Blair Jackson summarized the central mystery of the song.
But does it matter whether they did or didn’t? Clearly, he wanted to. He was drawn to her. There is nothing wrong about it, it’s just the way of the world. There’s nothing wrong with the way she moves, there’s nothing wrong with her other charms, and there isn’t anything wrong with the reciprocating look in her eye. After all, sings the narrator: “I ain’t often right, but I’ve never been wrong,” adding, “It seldom turns out the way it does in the song.” Hmmmm.
I’ve gone round and round in my head about all the clues in the song.
“She was too pat to open, and too cool to bluff.” Sounds like a card game metaphor for a one-night-stand courtship. But what might it mean, exactly? Your speculation welcome, as always, here. One idea I’ve heard is that the sensible formulation of the lines would be “She was too cool to open, and too pat to bluff,” and maybe Hunter is just switching up the meanings—along the same lines as the sky being yellow and the sun, blue. And if he’s picking up his matches at the end of the evening (I always envisioned the old use of matches as stand-ins for chips, used to bet in a poker game, but maybe the matches were used for something else…), is he a winner or a loser?
The sense of déjà vu our narrator experiences as he “picks up his matches” and closes the door—is that a sense that he is doomed to repeat this longing, this pursuit (successful or not) on an endless basis? OK—that’s what I get from it, I admit. “The open palm of desire,” as Paul Simon refers to that aspect of the human condition, “wants everything, wants everything.” This song is laced with desire, innocence, lost innocence, regret, and recurring longing—and self-revelation.
And then, the magic.
That last verse takes the entire story—sad or not—that has gone before: the story of the human condition of falling prey to desire and then moving beyond it again only to know that one will fall again, and blows it all out of the water.
The glee that pervades a crowd when that verse is sung! We can look around the room, and see, not just a crowd of crazy happy dancers, but an actual community of fellow-passengers on the planet, all playing in the Heart of Gold Band. Shaking hands with each other, though we feel like strangers. (“Shake the hand, that shook the hand...” comes to mind, from side one of the album...)
And, like the imagery in “China Cat Sunflower” that Hunter is glad no one has ever had to ask the meaning of, we are presented with the perfect line: “The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.” The condition of altered perception allows us to break out of our straightjacket of loneliness, and to connect with our tribe, and, by extension, to the entire world of beings.
Musically, the song has magic to match the words, and more. The bouncing opening riff, the verse, the bridge, and then back into that riff for an extended jam that can lead anywhere before settling, usually, into “Fire on the Mountain.” And, at the end of “Fire,” a quick return to the “Scarlet” riff. Such satisfying sonata form happiness!
Looking forward to reading your thoughts about the song. Was there a time when something about this song, in the immortal words of The Beatles, “zapped you right between the eyes”?
I must say I truly enjoy these Weekly Explorations of All these Greatest Stories of the Good Old Grateful Dead!
My Favorite Dead Song is typically the One I happen to be Listening to...
and my Favorite Girl to Admire is the one I happen to be Admiring.
I am Fickle that Way.
"I’ve gone round and round in my head about all the clues in the song."
Me Too, David.
I can Imagine You watching the Vinyl going Round and Round on your new Turntable.
What a Perfect Song to appreciate the quality of a new Sound System with.
Its the whole Unrequited Love Dance,
or so it Seems to me.
Boy Sees Pretty Girl but soon Finds She is not as Interested in Him as He is in Her.
I've been Pondering the Similarity of this "Scarlett Begonia" Story
with the one in "Feel Like a Stranger".
"She Showed me a Look that said Lets Go"
"It Could be an Illusion, but I Might as Well Try"
" Might as Well..Might as Well.."
"Tore Up Over You and I Just Can't Find My Way"
"She was Too Pat to Open
and Too Cool to Bluff"
"If This is Love then How Would I Know"
"I Had to learn the Hard Way to let Her Pass By"
That was a Typical Dance for a Fickle Guy Like Me
(I am Fortunate to Now be Married 27 years and Freed from this Game!)
Chasing an Illusion usually leads to Disillusion and Resentment and all that Torn Up Emotional Baggage
Then Comes the "Light" to Shine the Way.
Everything is made Right.
"There Ain't Nothing Wrong..."
Notice how the last part of "Scarlett"
engages an Appreciation for the Whole Community rather than just One Particular Girl
No More Feeling Like a Stranger when You are Playing in the Heart of Gold Band
Former UK Prime Minister, war monger and GWB poodle Tony Blair had a college band called Ugly Rumours. Note adoption of British English Spelling.
The Stop the War Coalition released a single in February 2007 credited to Ugly Rumours, with the band fronted by a lookalike claiming to be Tony Blair. The single, a cover version of Edwin Starr's hit "War", had a notable video. It reached number 6 in the UK midweek charts on 28 February, and charted at number 21 on 4 March.
I heard that that little tidbit was apparently going to be the name of the album as a play of words on ugly roomers, a comment on the less than mainstream denizens of the Mars Hotel (I got the sense that maybe there were people living there on assistance to cope with various disabilities). But they figured it would be too snarky. Or something like that.
I first heard the song live 6/11/76 at my first show, but the one that really comes to mind is 5/11/78. It felt 4 dimensional in the room. I'd never heard Fire before and it just was all so perfect. Of course, SPAC in '83 was also a standout.
As far as "too pat to open" goes, I always interpreted that line as talking about the experience of approaching her (or not) rather than her actions in a game. Too pat being too put together to be able to unpack, or in other words, open, and too cool to bluff meaning that there's no way you could bluff your way through her "patness". It somehow resonated with me in the context of being in another country, with social niceties that aren't really your own, especially if you live a somewhat fringe existence, even in your own country. Hunter goes over to Grosvenor Square and meets a nice English girl, and of course she's going to have this veneer of English manner and charm that seem inscrutable and the normal American ways of bluffing your way through the niceties not only won't work, but would be an affront to this person with whom, after all, there ain't nothing wrong. I would bet we've all been in that situation once or twice. And then after we let it pass by, we realize the greater community in which we reside.
I met my Scarlet at Irvine in '88. The lights dimmed, telling us the second set was percolating, then those familiar notes started reverberating throughout the soundscape. She was a brunette and had a ring of flowers around her hair (begonias? not sure. think they were petunias). She moved up the hill about two rows towards me and smiled. We danced that tune off as it was nobody's business, then she was gone. Thought I saw her again in Eugene in '93 but I can't be sure. I, to this day, have not forgotten that smile. Good, no, great times.
I'll be doggone, One Man. Somehow a flickering recall of knowing this graphical discovery 39 years ago has re-emerged. Kelly-Mouse art is amazing!
The San Francisco Mars Hotel was down the street from the studio where the album was recorded. There used to be another Mars Hotel in Spokane WA, but I believe it burned down.
Cosmicbadger: interesting information about Obama and his late father. Yesterday's tv news featured a piece with the President whistling a tune before his cabinet meeting: sounded like Mellancamp's Little Pink Houses. Kathleen Sebelius may have twirled for a moment.
Ted, if you hold the cover of From the Mars Hotel upside down in front of a mirror, you will see that those cryptic figures spell out "Ugly Rumors". I'm sure lots of folks know this, but who knows why?
“I felt as if my world had been turned on its head; as if I had woken up to find a blue sun in the yellow sky, or heard animals speaking like men.”
Barack Obama on realising that his father was not the hero he had imagined. From 'Dreams from my father' (1995).
I wonder if that image came to him from Scarlet Begonias, although here it is used in a very different context.
To me the brilliance of the lyrics is from the literary use of paradox. Each lyrical phrase has a contradictory partner. If we look up synonyms for 'paradox' we find words like mystery, abiguity, and enigma. This is exactly what Robert Hunter was aiming for, and achieved. We know what the song is about and yet we know nothing about it. Starting with mere differences of opinion-- not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air-- by the end of the song we end up in some kind of alternate world where 'the sky was yellow and the sun was blue.' This transformation is paired perfectly with the music of course; we are at first listening to the narrator and find ourselves joining him on the journey.
RIP Jerry Moore: he recorded this 20' from the stage 10/1/76 in Indy. The whole show rocks!
Scarlet with Donna's vocals and dancing has a mystique to it with great piano and guitar work.
I always thought Jerry was mentioning a pack of cigarettes when he sang "too pat (packed?) to open". If you ever smoked Lucky's or Camels, you always tapped the pack down on a hard surface so the cigs would burn slower, and sometimes, too packed to pull out of the pack!
BTW, side 1 of Mars Hotel contains US Blues, China Doll, Unbroken Chain and Loose Lucy.
I never did figure out what those colorful characteristics represent, or spell out, beneath the album title, and again on the back cover.
I love the pairing of Scarlet/Fire. But of the versions I've heard, those that inspire me most are pre-Fire. For example, the closing jam on the DP12 version is one I can get lost in every time. It's got a steady cadence and progression until it "arrives". And then having done so seems to go so many places without really ever leaving. Masterpiece of music.