September 17 - September 23, 2007
We’ve got some outstanding music for you this week, covering a rather limited span in the Grateful Dead’s performing history, but it’s a span that includes some of the best years.
First up in our mid-September journey is Paris in 1974, where the Grateful Dead closed out their short tour of the continent. From 9/20/74, we have this very good Weather Report Suite>Stella Blue, and from the next night, 9/21/74, we have the second set jam featuring Seastones>Playing In The Band. It was rather rare for the band to join Phil and Ned during Seastones, but this jam works very well, and hits some remarkably deep spaces. One quick digression: while going through the Grateful Dead Movie’s outtakes in preparation for the DVD production, we came across some footage of the band getting together in a dressing room before the show on 10/16/74, the first night at Winterland. Evidently, they hadn’t seen each other since the end of the Europe tour, and while talking about the excellent music on that tour, Billy begins raving about the high quality of the recordings from the Europe tour, to which the rest of the band responds that they found the recordings equally impressive. Certainly some of Kidd’s best 2-track work.
Going back a few years, we are pleased to play a couple of jams from 9/21/68. This material is drawn from a very interesting tape, in that it features Phil, Jerry and Mickey, plus a couple of guest musicians, in a studio jam right in the midst of the period in which the Mickey and the Hartbeats shows were being performed without Bobby and Pigpen. From this studio session, we have a nice Clementine Jam and another very interesting Jam.
We’re going to take a detour away from our featured week and head off to May, 1973, specifically 5/13/73 in Des Moines, Iowa. From that excellent, long show (the first of three consecutive long shows in May, with 5/20 in Santa Barbara and 5/26 in San Francisco being the others), we have Here Comes Sunshine and a nice, long and spacey Playing In The Band from the second set, and from the first set we have the rocking combination of Don’t Ease Me In>Around and Around.
Finally this week, and in memory of Corinne Crawford from Berkeley and Vermont, is the mournful Death Don’t Have No Mercy from 2/28/69.
As always, we welcome your comments and questions. Feel free to write about anything. And be sure to check back in next week when we’ll have some stellar music from 1972, 1976 and 1981.
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In the days before the annual Grateful Dead show, as the crowds, cars and buses gathered along the road to the stadium, Bob Ford would lead his little family into their well-rehearsed siege routine. Charlie helped his dad unroll coils of razor wire round the front yard and board up the windows. Cindy and Charlene would be commanded to load the shotguns and bake a week’s supply of pies.
Bob Ford would then gather his family and issue them with a chilling warning. ‘You stay away from them Dead Heads, y’all hear. Thems all commie nazi drug crazed perverts and homo-sexuals and if you go near them you’ll end up just like ‘em. And I will rot in hell before I let you do that ’.
Charlie and Charlene would be driven to and from school and otherwise not allowed out the house. But sometimes Cindy and her daughter would secretly peer through a tiny crack in the shutters, watching in awe as the mysterious, colourful deadheads passed by. The night of the show Bob would tune the radio to a Country Station and turn it way up loud in a futile attempt to drown out the rolling thunder from the stadium. Over the years Charlene even grew to recognise one or two songs; one winter she was grounded for a week for humming a tune that, years later, she would recognise as ‘Brown-Eyed Women’.
Bob Ford complained loud and often to the city authorities, but they ignored him
‘All your whining is giving us hairballs Bob’ the mayor and chief of police would say ‘those kids look poor but they spend so much money here, they’re like golden nuggets. If you would just fix their cars for them you could get some of those nuggets too’.
But Bob would never listen.
Charlie Ford and his big sister Charlene grew up in a small city in the Midwest. Bill, their dad, ran an auto repair shop, mom Cindy did hair and make up They made enough money to live in modest comfort in a small house on the edge of the city, not far from the local stadium. Charlie did not do so well at school, and he was a strange kid, with few friends and who worshipped his dad, helping out in the repair shop after school every day.
The steady, uneventful rhythm of small town life suited this apparently normal little family, except for a few days each summer when their cosy existence was thrown into turmoil. It normally started with a trickle of longhairs showing up at the auto repair shop, asking Bob to go out and fix their cars on the highway. But Bob (who hated foreign cars and hippies) always demanded cash in advance and chased them away with a tire iron in his hand. Little Charlie soon learned to throw a few rocks at them too.
I have to go away on a work trip for a couple of weeks so I have left you with a paranoid epic to entertain or annoy you through the streaming hours to come. It’s in 7 not-too-long parts numbered in case the order goes wrong. I’ve been amusing myself with this for a while as light relief from compiling a mind-crushingly tedious official report. Hope you enjoy it
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yes, sorry- quoted in a few reputable dead books.
i love Donna in Playing in the band, she really belts it out there.
great job with the site, I had no trouble hearing the streams right away i dont know what the complaining is all about, if you can sign on to a forum and post you should be able to download a free realplayer or quick time.
Hurricane Jerry?? COOL! if not the least cause we need rain soooo baddddd! I hope the four winds DO get blowin...
Thats right! Saturday night
"And we all know that GDP has been fumbly around for years, as much as I like the dead and what they and GDP have done for all of us, to say that they have their acts together would be a misstatement of past and current actions..."
GDP's management of the vault, even at its most scattershot, was several orders of magnitude better than Rhino. Rhino clearly has absolutely no idea what they are selling and who they are selling it to. At least GDP was the production arm of the band, selling it's own product, as opposed to some oblivious multinational corporation run by a bunch of fuckwits. The so called "Deadheads" at Rhino (I refuse to believe there are any, btw; being a Rhino employee with an account on this site means nothing) are so fucking inept and downright stupid its amazing they even live, let alone go to work every day and ignore the thousands of GD tapes sitting in their vault. Something tells me Rhino will somehow become the first corporation to win the Darwin award. I don't know how all the employees will inadvertantly off themselves en masse, but their heretofore inanity fills me with faith that they will pull it off in most spectacular fashion. Or at least we can hope.
this is probably the result of poor planning/execution on the part of GDP and Rhino. Rhino's a pretty big operation, and these dead tunes are likely small potatoes for them, so they are not going out of their way to deal with this in a more constructive way, i.e., customer service, etc. And we all know that GDP has been fumbly around for years, as much as I like the dead and what they and GDP have done for all of us, to say that they have their acts together would be a misstatement of past and current actions...
"If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise." - --Johann von Goethe--