Greatest Stories Ever Told - "Truckin'"
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!)
Sometimes I think about this song, and I wonder about the weight of years, relatively speaking—how all the years combine, and how, when this band, which was ultimately to tour for 30 years, was just five years old, several members got together to write an autobiographical song in which the refrain noted “what a long strange trip it’s been.” And if it seemed long after five years, how must it have seemed after 10, 20, 25…? Did it start to seem that all this life was just a dream?
The lyrics were written under pressure, in the studio, during the recording of American Beauty, with Hunter running back and forth with hastily-written verses that somehow, despite the fact that were purpose-written on the spot, seem to have some pretty good staying power. There are rumors that he originally wrote “Garlands of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street” as an intentionally hard-to-sing line, just to enjoy watching Weir try to wrap his mouth around them, eventually relenting and substituting “arrows of neon,” just to make it possible to sing.
The music credit is shared by Jerry Garcia, Bob Weir, and Phil Lesh. Hunter gets the credit for the lyrics. And Hunter took the bare bones outline of some of the band’s adventures and misadventures and fleshed them out with memorable features, highlighting their trips around the country with specific references to places and occurrences. In the process, he came up with a chorus consisting of a couple of phrases that are now, eternally, in the cultural psyche: “Sometimes the light’s all shining on me / Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me / What a long strange trip it’s been.”
At some point, Hunter was accused of using a cliché in that final phrase of the chorus. When something you make up becomes such a commonly-used turn of phrase that your own invention of it is accused of being cliché, that’s some measure of wordsmithing success, I would say. (It reminds me of the story about the old-timers from the mining country who shook their heads in dismay at what the band did to that old tune, “Cumberland Blues.”)
The country is criss-crossed: Chicago, New York, Detroit, Dallas, Houston, New Orleans, Buffalo, then, without being named, California—“I’m goin’ home…”
Along the way, the band encounters the reality of life on the road, where all the cities blend into a single city—“it’s all the same street.” They stick together, more or less in line, as they determinedly lay down their cards: taking their music to every corner of the country, whether they be welcomed or not. They encounter hostility in New Orleans, with their famous arrest—Lesh notes, in talking about the song, that their early touring days pre-dated the “rock and roll bubble,” whereby major rock bands would get something of a free pass for infractions of many kinds. They spend time in hotel rooms. It’s tiring and boring—maybe it’s time to settle down? And when it’s all over, and they are finally home, licking their wounds and patching their bones—hey! it’s time to start the whole process over again.
“Truckin’” was first performed on August 18, 1970, at the Fillmore West. The show opened with an acoustic set, and “Truckin’” was the first song. Other firsts that night included “Ripple,” “Brokedown Palace,” and “Operator.” The song was performed 520 times, placing it at number 8 in the list of most-played songs, with the final performance on July 6, 1995, at Riverport Amphitheatre in Maryland Heights, Missouri.
It was released on American Beauty in November 1970, after being recorded in three weeks at Wally Heider studios in September. It was also released as a single in January 1971, backed with “Ripple.”
Pretty much anyone who saw the band do the song more than once probably saw Bobby mess up the lyrics. But it never mattered in the least. What always struck me about this song in concert was the almost foolhardy, even fearless, way the band charged into the jam at the end, as if daring each other to just try to do something really crazy, for once. I got the sense that not only did they not know where they were going with the music once it got to the jam, but they simply didn’t care, and they refused to be intimidated—a good match for the crazy adventure they were on, described in the words of the song.
The Anthem to Beauty video contains a wonderful segment about “Truckin’,” and the common element running through each band member’s statements about the song is that it was truly an autobiographical song. It was a description of what the band actually lived through. Hunter notes that he did write additional verses over the years, and that initially he had thought it would grow with the band’s history, but he realized that once it was “down,” it was down—“you don’t go back,” he said. (Perhaps a lesson that could be applied to “Black Throated Wind.”)
But over and above the face-value autobiographical fun of the song and the stories it tells or hints at, several of the band members also express the idea that the song appealed to the band’s listeners in a special way. (Lesh notes that it was the closest they came to a hit on American Beauty.) It expressed the feeling, and the reality, of being out on the road in America—a rite of passage in those days. (And perhaps still today for many.) It gives expression to the impulse to explore America, to find adventure, to do something with, as Garcia put it, “no commercial potential.” It captures the ups and downs we all feel as we make our way through life: it “takes time--you pick a place to go, and just keep Truckin’ on,” with the light shining on you sometimes, and sometimes picking your way along in the dark. Lesh, thinking back on the times captured in the song, says “And I see a group of much younger people doing things in a way that I envy now, looking back on it.”
This is the band’s own story song. Other bands have written their own story songs through the years, but I can’t think of any that really captures the feeling of adventure, fearlessness, longing for home, and recognition of the cycles of our existence in the same way as “Truckin’.”
And not only that, but it is a GREAT dance tune!
but for me 73>74 Truckin's and beyond are candy for my ears. I don't know the technical term, but the buildup they tagged on to the end, starting in 73 was nothing short of brilliant...usually. Sometimes they would get it "just exactly perfect" the first time. Other times it would take a couple of tries, before they got it. Sometimes it wouldn't work at all. Best of all they would get it right the first time and than try it again just for kicks and it would fail miserably. They were never afraid. I love that about them.
Let us not forget R. Crumb. Icon, Icon, Icon Icon all day. Keep on Truckin.
The observation by Mr. Dodd that other bands had their songs and the Grateful Dead had this song pretty much puts this one to bed. The fact that Hunter just seemed to be running around collecting notes to put it together on the fly seems entirely appropriate. They were always flying by the seat of their pants. It was like "Oh Jesus! What did I do with the file copy of our cosmic broadside?"
This is like your celestial certification that you don't have to make up again. You just have to look for it because you forgot where you put it down last time. And you just know you'll be looking for it again some day.
Beside that, I always loved the final jam. It was like hitting 4 creases in the firmament that let a ton of energy in. It was a song that if you heard on the radio did nothing for you but when you were there hearing it live.... Magic! (most of the time)
Dave you are obviously relying on Deadbase, which states that TRUCKIN was first performed on August 18, 1970 at Fillmore West. However, an educated guess puts its debut at August 17, 1970.
The Grateful Dead had a three night stand at Fillmore West, from the 17th til the 19th. Whereas recordings and setlists exist for the two latter shows, none exist for the 17th....although an article in Playboy Magazine entitled THE GRATEFUL DEAD I HAVE KNOWN (published in early 1972) was probably recounting the 17th show. TRUCKIN is included in the setlist as per the article.
Also a blog entitled Jerry's Middle finger discusses this matter.
Here's the link: http://jgmf.blogspot.com/2010/01/gd-august-17-1970-fillmore-west-san.html
By the way I was born on August 17, 1970, hence all the excitement regarding the TRUCKIN debut matter!!
that Bob usually messed up the lyrics....the song is just great. If they went through every song perfectly, they wouldn't be the Grateful Dead. The greatness is in the risks and chances they took and this song, being so autobiographical, displayed that every time they played it, mistakes or not.
I just recently watched Ticket To New Years and one of the fans questions is "Bob, when if ever are you gonna get Truckin' straight?" Jerry says "I wouldn't dignify that with an answer..." An interesting question, especially considering they played it so many times but it was always good. That being said, I do remember reading somewhere that it bugged Jerry that Bob could remember all the words to several Bob Dylan songs but he couldn't remember Truckin'