Greatest Stories Ever Told - "Wharf Rat"
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!)
“My name is August West…”
So begins the second verse of “Wharf Rat,” a song I have long considered to be a key song—one that helps to unlock the whole body of work Robert Hunter created along with Jerry Garcia.
The shape of the story told by the song is recursive—a sort of passing-of-the-torch for the down-and-out. The narrator whose voice frames the story is well on his way, from the sound of it, to being out there on the street, looking for spare change. In fact, he already doesn’t even have a dime; all he has is some time to listen. (Brings to mind the old saying, “I’m so poor, I can’t even pay attention!”)
Hunter and Garcia both had a certain amount of experience to draw on in writing and singing about being homeless, on at least semi-indigent, living in cars in their early years of first acquaintance, crashing where they could. The fact that Hunter has Garcia sing a song, one of whose characters is named August, seems possibly significant in light of Garcia’s birthday: he would have been 71 years old this week—born on August 1, 1942. There are other examples of songs in which Garcia sings lyrics, crafted by Hunter, which seem like personal cautionary tales: “Althea,” for example. So is this August West a character Garcia might have become had he not made other decisions?
“Wharf Rat” was first performed by the Dead on February 18, 1971, at the Capitol Theater in Port Chester, NY. This is another of those shows that included a number of firsts: “Bertha,” “Greatest Story Ever Told,” “Loser,” and “Playing In the Band.” This is the beginning of the songwriting period in which Hunter and Garcia collaborated on a series of great story songs set in an America peopled by outlaws, the down-and-out, and a range of more or less disreputable characters. The song was never given full studio treatment, although the version released on “Skull and Roses” did benefit from some studio enhancement, with Merl Saunders’s organ track overdubbed after the fact.
The song was an extremely solid member of the rotation, appearing nearly 400 times (393, according to DeadBase X), making its final appearance on June 25, 1995, at RFK Stadium in Washington, D.C.
Back to the arc of the story. The song’s initial narrator seems to be a relatively young man who is wandering down by the docks of the city. He encounters a panhandler, August West, who then tells his story to the listening young man. August professes love for his “Pearly Baker,” apparently a girlfriend.
Two things here, both fascinating, both probably without any particular bearing on the song.
There were historical figures named August West and Purley Baker.
From an article about a historical plaque dedication in 2003 in Greenfield, Ohio:
In 1837 a runaway slave named Augustus West arrived in the Greenfield area and along with local farmer Alexander Beatty, authored a story that has become a part of both the area's and the nation's history. To raise money to purchase his own land, West and Beatty devised a scheme to travel back south, sell West back into slavery, help him escape and then split the profits. On at least three documented occasions the two employed this money making scam and their story became the basis for a 1971 Hollywood film, The Skin Game, starring James Gardner and Louis Gossett, Jr.
West used his profits to purchase land near the intersection of Bonner and Barrett Roads in Fayette County. Some distance from the road he built a "mansion" and the dirt road leading up to his front door became known as Abolition Lane.
In the years that followed, at least twelve cabins were constructed on West's land and these became temporary residences for other runaway slaves who needed a place to live and work as they stole their way further north to freedom.
Historically, Purley Baker was a man—the head of the Anti-Saloon League, which was an anti-drink temperance organization in the U.S. in the early part of the 20th century. This is one of those wonderful occurrences in Hunter’s lyrics of a name that carries a weight that might go completely unnoticed—who has heard, these days, of Purley Baker or his organization? It came to my attention thanks to a reader sending a contribution to The Annotated Grateful Dead Lyrics website. And I think someone sent me a photo once of a bar ironically named “Purley Baker’s.” Possibly in upstate New York. Anyone?
So, in this song, Pearly Baker becomes the idealized woman of August West’s dreams and of his past. He feels betrayed by all those who told him he would come to no good—Pearly believed them. (Italics Hunter’s.)
He spends his life drunk or in jail—doing time for the crime of someone else (either “some other fucker” or “some motherfucker,” not sure which—Garcia’s singing often sounds like the latter). But in the song’s amazing middle, one of the great Garcia bridges moves the time signature into waltz time, and August West avows that he will get back on his feet, if the good Lord wills it. (Though earlier, he had already stated bluntly that his maker was no friend of his—a key moment.) Moving back into march time, the music frames West singing what seems to be an extension of the bridge: “I’ll get up and fly away…”
In my book and on my website, I compared these lines to the song “I’ll Fly Away,” which I incorrectly identified as a folk song. In fact, it was written as a gospel song composed in 1929 by Albert Brumley. However, I do feel somewhat justified by my further reading about Brumley’s composition of the piece, since it, in turn, was inspired by an old ballad, “The Prisoner’s Song,” with this line: “If I had the wings of an angel, over these prison walls I would fly.” The folk process is a wonderful thing.
Such a sad moment in the song—you know, listening, that August West will never get back on his feet again, much less fly away, and even less that Pearly has been true to him to his dying day. Does the narrator’s response: “I’m sure she’s been…” strike you as sincere? Is he being reassuring, or self-satisfiedly sarcastic?
Sad enough—but it gets worse.
Our initial narrator now returns to the song, getting up to wander around, with no particular place to go—just hanging around. And he, too, has a girl, and he, too, is sure that she has been true to him. So sure that he repeats himself. “I know she’s been, I’m sure she’s been true to me.”
The song always seemed to me to be partially aimed at the Deadheads. As a group, we were perhaps more in danger of falling victim to our addictions than mainstream society. And the fact that our own 12-Step group, of which I am a proud participant, calls itself the Wharf Rats, speaks volumes.
I never tire of this song. It makes room for some of Garcia’s most impassioned singing and soloing; the harmonies often soar; and the repeated suspended A chords beg for resolution that will never be granted.
So, it’s August, and today, August First, is Jerry Garcia’s birthday. Happy August. Happy birthday, Jerry!
when i heard it shortly thereafter on S&R, it was an instant favorite.
I'll get up and fly away
First, David thanks for running this blog!...Grateful Dead music, to me, has always had a spiritual dimension: not just great music and lyrics but songs that somehow, someway speak to the soul. Franklin's Tower, Eyes, Fire and Wharf Rat are among the vanguard of those songs. I'd been 'hearing' Grateful Dead music for a while before, one day at the Student Center at the College of Charleston (I should have been studying...but then I wouldn't have spent 8 beautiful years there) Wharf Rat stopped me dead in my tracks with its dark, haunting lyrics and compelling story line. The same thing had happened earlier with Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone": someone, somewhere is talking to ME. Telling ME a story, showing ME a parable or something. Before I succumb to paralysis through analysis I will submit that through the darkness, depression and despair in the atmosphere of the lyrics comes that beautiful ray of light in August West's submission to God's will in his hope to get a new start and fly away...fly away. We've all been there. Maybe not as down and as out as August West but in our own ways we fall down or hit plateaus but because we have hope, we persist...and grow...and live...and love. It's a flicker of light in total darkness like only the Grateful Dead can do it. It's really cool to that the first Wharf Rat emerged from within Dark Star!
I loved when Jerry reached this part of the song it was the jumping off point for the band to start going nuts; always made me think of NYC when they played this, being from NY. Happy Birthday Jerry, in the words of Roger Waters, Wish you were here!!!!!
Always want to hear another version of this one-esp. the pronounced gospel versions where they slowed it down even more before another launch into the final crescendo.
What a great song...I have a "Friend of August West" sticker on my big book...and a "Let Go and Let Jerry" was on my old Subaru that I passed on to a friend before I left the States. The lyrics and music go great together, and it was always a nice post-drums/space Jerry classic back in the 80s and beyond (right up there with Stella Blue, Morning Dew, etc.). Burgundy happened to be my personal favorite, although I haven't had any of that in 'a few 24 hours', as they say. The "dime for a cup of coffee...I got no dime, but I got some time to hear his story" part might be a favorite spot...the power of compassion, and of actually taking the time to really listen...for many people who really are down and out (having reached a 'bottom' spiritually and emotionally)this kind of experience, being able to share their stories with someone, even a stranger, who is willing to care and listen, is worth more than gold. Of course, my minimal experience with Wharf Rat meetings is that set-breaks are so noisy you can't really have a good meeting in the way I like 'em...but that's beside the point! An awesome tune, for sure...makes me think of that legendary Orpheum '76 show; you know the one! :)
I wanted to name my son August West Wilson. Call him Auggie. I was told August is a girls name.. I mentioned a guy named Augustus Caesar, to no avail. Andrew it is. I just love this song. It speaks of addiction,a chance at benediction, jealousy. I guess I'm an in the darkie, I loved when the bridge would come,and Brent,Jerry,and Bob would nail it with their gruff harmonies. Deep song. When we were all going to jail, were we pushing 2 for 5? Some other fuckers crime, but it's okay to drink yourself to death...I'll get a new star....Live the life I should.... Then worry about your girl cheatin on you...
I don't know what it is about wharf rat... Just absolutely love it. Love the slow but not too slow tempo... Usually after the drums in set 2. A perfect song for that slot until they ramp it up to end the second set. Jerry's solo is always perfect too.
My favorite version has to be Boston 5/7/77. I realize that this is an obvious choice but there's a reason for that. It's just exactly perfect on account that they're the Absolutely Perfect Brothers Band.