Monday, June 8, 2015

We'll Get There, Vol. 6: Close Encounters

50 Years Dead

In the divisive world of the Grateful Dead, nothing is likely more controversial than one Robert Hall Weir. And while I've for the most part stood on the other side of the fence, by now I've more or less made my peace with Bobby. So I enjoyed the recent documentary on his life, The Other One. I didn't expect anything revelatory, though I felt it did a pretty good job capturing the man within the confines of the medium. But it should be no surprise that others were less satisfied, feeling the movie should've emphasized certain aspects they feel are more essential, based on their perspective or preference. They're not wrong, but the filmmakers wanted to tell a different story, focusing on his search for family among other things. 

The most significant tidbits I took from the film were Bobby's comments on Neal Cassady, and subsequent ponderings on the impact he had on the band's music. Cassady is a slippery character, the hero of On the Road, a Merry Prankster, and inspiration for the song the Other One. Without knowing much about him, he seemed like a charismatic trickster type, a guy who lived life on the edge until he went over it. In the film Bobby characterizes Cassady as having a "multi-dimensional" quality, which he describes as the ability to be in multiple places at the same time, or to live multiple lives simultaneously. What the hell does that mean? He also discusses Cassady's unique communication abilities, which I've heard others describe similarly. According to Bobby, Cassady had the ability to carry out multiple conversations within a group of people simultaneously. That is to say, he would speak one sentence to a group, and it would mean something different to each person, carrying on unique conversations with each person at the same time. Each phrase was received in a unique way by each person. If it's hard to conceive, that's because it's hard to describe. I can't imagine a single sentence that would have multiple significant meanings to each person within a group. 


Let's compare Cassady's communication style to music in general, and the music of the Grateful Dead in particular. If we can agree that music is a type of language, you may say that it is less specific than actual syntax, but that is arguable. Languages and words may speak to the cognitive parts of our minds, but music may communicate specific messages to the emotional, spiritual, creative, etc, parts of our self. Much like Cassady, the musicians in the Grateful Dead, at least when they accessed certain states of consciousness, were each having multiple conversations with one another simultaneously. Jerry was saying something unique to each one of the other members of the band with every note he played, and they were as well to him and each other. Multiple simultaneous conversations within the music. At times, it sounded like cacophony, but when it all clicked together a pattern would appear in the chaos, with all the instruments weaving around each other in a musical fractal.

 And the music would come together as a whole, undoubtedly with particular instruments sticking out more than others depending on each listeners' perception. At these times, the music would communicate something very specific to me, send me a message, trigger a memory, take me on a journey through my psyche. Meanwhile, in a stadium, there would be thousands of other people simultaneously having a similar experience. During these moments, there may be a spontaneous eruption in the audience. "The music is speaking directly to me!" Well, it is, but it isn't. Or it is, but it is also doing the same thing to many other people at the same time. Much like Cassady.

If you've been there, maybe you have some inkling of what I'm talking about. The moments when the band breaks through, and seems to be speaking some ultimate truth that connects us through the ages, helps us access a deeper part of ourselves, feel a connection with humanity or a higher power, and be fully present in the moment. If you think this sounds delusional, consider what else Bobby said regarding hallucinating while playing at the Acid Tests: (paraphrasing) 'it was beyond ESP, we were seeing through each others eyes, hearing through their ears.' I'll have what he's having.


As for "multi-dimensionality," Bobby seems to be describing the concept I understand to be non-duality. In mystic spiritual traditions, non-duality is the state most practitioners aspire to. Basically it entails a loss of individual consciousness or separation from all that is other. There is no distinction between self and other, all are one. Non-duality is a pretty fancy way of saying oneness, isn't it? It can also be described as overcoming the distinction between the spiritual world and the physical world, between the Individual and God.

It sounds similar to what mythologist Joseph Campbell had to say after attending his first Grateful Dead concert: "It doesn't matter what the name of the God is, or whether its a rock group or a clergy. It's somehow hitting that chord of realization of the unity of God in you all, that's a terrific thing and it just blows the rest away."

So did Cassady function in a non-dual state? He didn't seem to be a particularly spiritually oriented being, but that itself is not a requirement for access to non-dual consciousness. In fact, spiritual practice may be an obstacle to overcome in achieving non-duality. For example, Kashmir Shavism believes there are three misconceptions to overcome to access non-duality. The first is the illusion that each person occupies a specific point in space - that one is located only "here" rather than being simultaneously "everywhere." The second misconception is that there are objects and beings separate from oneself - there is a self and there is everything else outside the self. The third misconception is that one must do something to fix the first two problems, such as meditate, pray, etc. The first two are illusions, as we have never actually been separated from the true nature of reality, so there is no need to do anything about it. We are already there, but just don't know it. Did Cassady somehow awaken to this ultimate reality, and find himself functioning in a non-dual state? And is this why people spoke of him with such awe inspiring yet ambiguous terms? Similarly in describing the Dead's music, it has an incredible power that is difficult to describe without falling into cliche. But once in a while, cliches are reality if we look at them right.


I've said more than I've wanted to say in attempting to address a subject that is beyond the scope of this space. Enjoy the latest volume of WGT. Previous volumes are available on the blog.
We're half-way there, yet peering over the edge. See you all on the other side. Let's wrap this intro up with Jerry singing the Maker:



Disc Six: Close Encounters


The band's sound just continues to get bigger, and here they are in full on arena rock band mode.  The amps are all turned up to 11, mounds of coke backstage have been plundered, groupies have been groped, TV's have been thrown off balconies, and why not?  Sure Jerry, go ahead, have another corn dog.  The band was on top of the world, what could go wrong?...  This disc plays nicely as a second set and encore from the era.  I'd recommend putting it on at sunset.



1.       Take a Step Back – Dick's Picks 33.  The Take a Step Back chant appears frequently throughout Grateful Dead history, usually good fun, except for those getting crushed up front.  I would be remiss to not include a version in this set. Take a step back! Take a step back! Take a step back from what? From your mind, man. Check it out.



2.       Samson & Delilah – Dick's Picks 33.  This version has got everything you're looking for with this song.  It starts with the thunderous dual drummers.  Then there's that triumphant, wailing Garcia guitar riff, similar to the one heard previously in St. Stephen, and later in Throwing Stones.  I can't say if this is one of the best versions of the song, but it gets cookin'.


3.       Meet the Jones Gang – Good Ole Grateful Dead.  Just some fun banter from Phil.  A shame they stopped speaking to the crowd much in later years, as it's fun to hear their personalities, and the looseness of it all.


4.       Scarlet Begonias>Fire on the Mountain – Good Ole Grateful Dead.  Yes, this is the classic version from the most notorious show in Grateful Dead lore, Cornell '77.  The band is locked in, throwing the gauntlet down from the get go.  But it's Phil's bass, and whatever effect he is using, that really puts this version over the edge.  Both of these tunes are also great examples of the Grateful Dead sound/bounce.  Jerry said he based Scarlet on Paul Simon's Me & Julio Down By the Schoolyard, and you can hear some rhythmic and melodic similarities, but it doesn't have the crispness that Julio has.  As for Fire, it's the Grateful Dead take on reggae: bright and bubbly.  Put them together and you've got, along with China>Rider, a quintessential Grateful Dead duo. It's 26 minutes of pure ecstasy.  Strap your headphones on, dim the lights, light some incense, take your pants off, and push play
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5.       Stella Blue – So Many Roads.  This version, from 4/28/78, does a good job of showing how the Dead's sound changed since the previous version of this song on disc 4, recorded in '73.  They sound more like an arena rock band here.  A significant difference is likely that Mickey was back in the fold.  In addition, they probably were a more popular band, playing larger venues.  Something is lost, but something also is gained.  The mellow subtleties have been turned up a few notches.  At the beginning, the band is not all quite on the same page.  But later, when the intensity is ratcheted up, holy shit.  The jam at the end is just rapturous.  The lonesome campfire song of the cosmic cowboy riding the psychedelic freeway out west.



6.       King Solomon's Marbles Jam – Blues for Allah Outtakes.  Just a quick little jam of the Dead working out this complex Phil-penned tune.



7.       Close Encounters – Good Ole Grateful Dead.  This is just Jerry noodling away, solo, from January '78.  The movie had just been released a few months prior, and the band and audience were surely big fans.  Imagine being in the audience tripping your face off, hearing Jerry riff on this piece of inter-species communication.  You'd be pretty sure he was an alien.  Maybe he was.  There really is no better explanation for his genius.

8.       St. Stephen – Good Ole Grateful Dead.  Seamlessly segueing out of Close Encounters, St. Stephen comes slamming along with Jerry rockin' the main riff solo rather than playing the delicate intro.  The rest of the band eventually joins in unison.  The first time I heard the transition into St. Stephen I remember saying "wow" out loud.  It was probably 1992 or 1993, and I was driving in my parents' station wagon down Sheridan Road north of Evanston, IL, listening to the Grateful Dead hour with David Gans.  What a kind motherfucker.  It still is one of the most stunning things I've ever heard the Dead do.  The rest of this version of St. Stephen is unremarkable, maybe a little sloppy, loose at the edges, but fun nonetheless.


9.       Sugar Magnolia – Good Ole Grateful Dead.  A fun and well extended version, clocking in at over 11 minutes.  One of Bob's finest tunes.  Like China Cat, another song that makes me feel like tripping balls out in the sweet summer sun.  They really let this one build, until they're fully locked and loaded, Bob not starting the first verse until after three minutes.  This was both Duane Allman's and Bill Graham's favorite Dead tune.  Who would I be to tell them they're wrong?  Some grooving country rock, with big peaks at the end.  Rock star Bob in full effect, spitting on the crowd, spinning around, strutting to the edge of the stage, doing his little leg kicks.  If you put your pants back on after the Scarlet>Fire, take them off.   Fuck yeah, boogie on!


10.   Brokedown Palace – Garcia Tapes.   This version is from 5/18/77, 10 days after the Cornell Scarlet>Fire.  Just a kind fuckin' tune played really well.  The whole band is restrained and in sync.  Even Donna tones things down for some nice harmonizing.  A perfect encore after a long night of tripping, an organic landing pad, and a chance to catch your breath before stepping back into the "real world."  But certainly a song that could also be of comfort to anyone staring at the walls, living out the dark night of the soul.  A tune to let you know that you are not alone, others have been through this too, you are part of this mystifying cycle of nature that will keep on spinning, and that music can help get you through the pain.  A song of redemption.  Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul.

I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone. - Vonnegut

Monday, May 11, 2015

We'll Get There, Vol. 5: High Time

50 Years Dead

Spoiler alert: Mississippi Half-Step did not make the cut on this compilation. I enjoy the song, but it's not a favorite. I just haven't connected with it the way I have connected with other songs. Or I've never had a moment with it, possibly up until recently. I've always wondered why others dig it so much. It's a nice song and all, kind of mellow. The lyrics don't seem to add up to much though, and while the Rio Grand-io refrain is nice, what does it have to do with the rest of the song? 

Rewind to a few weeks back, April 20th, the Stoner Holiday, and I'm driving the streets of Encinitas, CA. Just minding my own business, sober as the pope, running errands, grooving to Dick's Picks 14, from Boston in 1973. On comes Half-Step. At 4:20 into the song, a splice in the audio abruptly occurs. It was jarring, and lasted for what seemed like just a few seconds, although in reality it was closer to 20. Initially, it sounded like the changing of a radio station, guitar strums, and aliens speaking in tongues, or backwards, or what the fuck was that?! I was kind of rattled. Maybe you had to be there. 
Thinking I had stumbled on some kind of Rosetta Stone, I went off on a quest to determine what the hell was going on here. The internet provided no clues, or reports from others who had similar issues with their copies of Dick's Picks 14. Strangely, the audio files I had on my computer did not contain the splice, it was only on the CD's. I'm not sure if the CD's came from that source, but I think they did. Regardless, how did that splice get there? It surely seemed intentional. Was some kind of cosmic joke being played on me? Feeling in the midst of a spiritual emergency, I set to analyze the audio by slowing it down. You can listen for yourself. 
Unfortunately the results were not particularly meaningful. But it did lead me on a path of exploration regarding the song and its origins, which held the profundity I sought. While I still don't quite connect with the song, I appreciate it as a misfits song, and one particularly relevant to Garcia's life story. From the Annotated Grateful Dead page on the song, via Gan's Playing in the Band, Garcia discusses the impact of a friend's death on charting the course of his life: 

"Lost My Boots in Transit, A Pile of Smoking Leather..."

"Events in my life suggested to me that maybe it was going to be my responsibility to keep upping the ante. I was in an automobile accident in 1960 with four other guys...ninety plus miles an hour on a back road. We hit these dividers and went flying, I guess. All I know is that I was sitting in the car and there was this...disturbance...and the next thing I was in a field, far enough away from the car that I couldn't see it.

The car was crumpled like a cigarette pack...and inside it were my shoes. I'd been thrown completely out of my shoes and through the windshield. One guy did die in the group. It was like loosing the golden boy, the one who had the most to offer. For me it was crushing, but I had the feeling that my life had been spared to do something...not to take any bullshit, to either go whole hog or not at all...That was when my life began. Before that I had been living at less than capacity. That event was the slingshot for the rest of my life. It was my second chance, and I got serious."

We go through stages of development in life, and meanings change as our perspectives evolve. The abstract becomes palpable, contradictions lie in balance, rational thought is not quite all it's cracked up to be. If you don't understand what a certain song means yet, don't worry, we'll get there.

Enjoy this round of cosmic slop. Previous volumes echo through eternity, and can be found on the blog. We'll fucking get there. 

"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes."
-Walt Fucking Whitman


Disc Five: High Time

Disc five starts off with a little leftover goodness from '74 before the hiatus in '75, and continues with the next evolution of the Dead's sound.  From '75 on, Mickey is back in the band, and for better and worse this charts a different course for the Dead.  The sound is beefed up, bigger, but more lumbering.  There also seems to be a move away from the mellow country vibe, to space-jazz and arena rock.  Some of the delicacy is lost, but the intensity increases, a possible reflection of what was going on within the band on a personal level.






1.       Bill Graham Introduction – 9/27/69.  Bill Graham was an integral part of the Dead's scene, and his introductions were unique and legendary.  Here's a brief example.





2.       Eyes of the World – 6/18/74.  The first of three tracks from this excellent show, often cited as a favorite among fans.  Trey and some of the guys in Phish have mentioned this as a favorite as well, and you can hear why on this track.  Fluid country-jazz, tight playing, and exploratory.  Possibly not so coincidentally, on the 20th anniversary of this show Phish played what I and many others regard as their greatest show ever at the UIC Pavilion.  Inspiration, move me brightly.




3.       It's a Sin – 6/18/74.  The second track from this show is an instrumental blues jam, played flawlessly; the band digs deep and gets nasty.



4.       High Time – Good Ole Grateful Dead.  I was never a huge fan of this song, but had never heard one from this era.  With Donna on backing vocals, and a more psychedelic sound, this version is really unique and I think stands out from others, which could fall flat.



5.       Blues for Allah outtakes – Same.  Just a funky little instrumental jam from the sessions for Blues for Allah.  Many outtakes from these sessions have leaked out, and they're pretty similar to this, but much longer.  You can hear the band fuckin' around with the sounds and melodies of the songs that would comprise Blues for Allah, but in an embryonic state.  Sonically they were really going for something different with this album, and they took the time to work it out in the studio.



6.       Terrapin Station – Garcia Tapes.  An early version of this tune, another one of the three to be repeated on this compilation.  In the early days, this was more of a folk-prog tune, and is probably the peak of the space-jazz thing they started with Blues for Allah.  Musically, it starts with an entrancing, lilting melody that sucks you in.  Entering the Inspiration portion of the tune, it builds to a triumphant soar, and finally ends up in an other-worldly cosmic sludge during the end jam.  All the way, the music is a perfect match for the lyrics.  Garcia and Hunter's synchronistic writing of this tune has been well documented, so I won't get into that.  Lyrically, the Lady with a Fan portion of the suite is a classic tale, it starts out with very visual imagery: a storyteller sitting around a campfire, conjuring up his muse, and letting the story unfold as the fire glows.  A woman and two suitors. One goes for it, the other takes a pass.  You decide if he was wise.  The storyteller doesn't give an answer, or really give an end to the story, but it leaves you wondering.  Incredibly simple tale, but one we can all relate to.  Archetypal stuff.  The Terrapin Station section of the song is about songwriting and inspiration itself.  That ever elusive thing that's all around us if we just dial in to that rare and different tune.  And what is Terrapin Station?  Some kind of slow moving state of inspiration?  In creating this set, and tapping into the essence of the Dead, as defined by the "We'll Get There" title, I have to wonder if that is what Terrapin is all about.  Reaching for some place or thing, and all the while not realizing that getting there isn't what it's all about.  It's about the journey there, where you are right now.  The journey is the destination.  Inspiration is all around you if you open yourself up to it.

Terrapin - I can't figure out
Terrapin - if it's the end or the beginning
Terrapin - but the train's got its brakes on
and the whistle is screaming: TERRAPIN



7.       Crazy Fingers Jam – Beautiful Jams.  Crazy Fingers is a really cool song.  They took that space-jazz sound, and added some reggae flavor to the mix.  The 70's were when reggae exploded, and Garcia covered a variety of Marley, Tosh, and Jimmy Cliff songs, in addition to reggaefying other tunes like Friend of the Devil.  This jam is from 9/30/76, and features the main theme of the song, and expands on the bright, merry-go-roundesque melody.  It then returns to touch on other key changes in the song.  Particularly enjoyable is the blossoming build-up toward the end.  You'll know it when you hear it.  Just mellow out, light a fatty, and expand your mind, man.  Although the lyrics are not included in this jam snippet, the song treads on some of the same thematic terrain as Terrapin.



8.       Jack-A-Roe – Fallout from the Philzone.  Another classic folk tune to get the Grateful Dead treatment.  Phil wrote in his liner notes that this version was slowed down from how they typically did it, with a nice loping banjo feel.  Couldn't agree more.  This is all about the groove.  Never before have electric guitars sounded so un-rock and roll.



9.       The Wheel – Good Old Grateful Dead.  A cosmic and glorious tune, Garcia's leads channeling Bird.  Lyrically this is a fan favorite, and a message to both the fans and the band:  couldn't you try just a little bit harder, couldn’t you try just a little bit more?  It was also usually both a landing space from and launch pad to some spaced out jams.  Kind of a brief respite in the midst of insanity, some recognizable lyrics to latch onto and make sense of before things get weird again.  Hope you enjoyed it, because now it's time to go a little bit further than you've gone before.   


10.   Wharf Rat – Good Ole Grateful Dead.  This segues right out of The Wheel, a perfect pairing.  Of all the Jerry ballads, in my mind this one takes the cake.  The music is so well composed, beautiful, almost Dark Star-esque in some passages, and intensely dramatic and powerful in others.  The story, and the verses, mirror the music.  This is almost a ballad version of A Day in the Life, like two songs mashed together, but intensely related.  Two different narrators, telling different stories, yet a profound moment of empathy.  The centerpiece of the song being the gospel bridge, with perfect church keyboard accompaniment by Keith, breaking it down for the vocal climax:

But I'll get back
on my feet someday
The good Lord willing
if He says I may
I know that the life I'm
livin's no good
I'll get a new start
live the life I should

      The song finishes off with a jam that finds the band scaling the walls of heaven, busting down the pearly gates.  Dig it!


11.   At a Siding – Jerry Ballads.  Often mislabeled as L'Alhambra (particularly by myself), this is from the Terrapin Station Suite, and appears on the studio version, but was only performed once, on 3/18/77 shortly after Terrapin debuted.  It's a shame they didn't keep on playing it.  It's intense, dramatic, incredibly psychedelic, and as you can hear, very well played.  Who knows why they dropped it from their repertoire?  One can only conclude they melted too many faces the one time it was played, and they had to retire it for the good of the audience.  The show that night is said to have resembled the end scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark where the Nazi's faces all melt off after the ark is opened.  Poor fuckin' Deadheads, just thought they'd trip balls at a Dead show, not get murdered by Jerry Garcia.  Fuck!


Monday, April 13, 2015

We'll Get There, Vol. 4: Mind Left Body

50 Years Dead

There is a significant proportion of the population that will never understand or appreciate the Grateful Dead. You will not be able to convince them otherwise. You will feel an urge to rationalize, to cite numerous examples of the Dead's contribution to music, the literary genius of Robert Hunter, technical advancements to the live concert experience, their business success, the community of Deadheads, the respect and admiration of other musicians and artists, moments of cosmic transcendence. Attempts to do so will be futile and will fail to capture the essence or magnitude of their genius. You will be mocked for your adoration and defensiveness, and labeled a drug-addled hippie. They are right. There is something wrong with you. Something very, very wrong with you. They are normal. You are a freak. Own it. But are there people out there trying to convince others of the genius of U2, Coldplay, Pearl Jam, or god knows what other paint-by-numbers rock n' roll bullshit? A select few perverts, I suppose. And at night, while they sleep, with their pj's buttoned up, tucked away in their lily white suburban picket fence fantasies, you're on the battlefields of the cosmos, trying to negotiate the path from the fridge to back your couch, as the Dead ride a Bo Diddley beat through a black hole back to the first drum circle around a fire. And what does the shaman waiting there say? "Where does the time go."

We'll fucking get there.

Enjoy this month's dose of the Dead. Previous installments can be found in earlier posts on the blog. See you back next month. Until then, keep on keepin' on, brother. Keep on keepin' on, sister.



Disc Four: Mind Left Body

More buttery goodness from 73-74 here.  The playing is delicate, beautiful, expressive, tight, agile, exploratory, and any number of other superlatives.  There would be great years after this, but none would be greater.  They had really come into their own, and the music reflects that self-confidence and sense of identity.  Enjoy.



1.       Weather Report Prelude – Beautiful Jams.  Taken from 11/9/73, just a brief but gorgeous passage of music.  Jerry playing pedal steel (or is that slide?).  I never particularly enjoyed the song Let it Grow, with its goofy lyrics about the woodcutter's daughter, but the Prelude, Weather Report Suite Part I, and the outro jam were always special.  Too bad the main part of the suite, Let it Grow, had to ruin it for the rest.  I guess that's just Bobby being Bobby.  Although not included on this compilation, the lyrics to Weather Report Suite Part I are really something:

Circle songs and sands of time
And seasons will end in tumbled rhyme
And little change, the wind and rain



2.       Unbroken Chain – Good Ole Grateful Dead.  This is from the sessions for the album Mars Hotel.  Just Lesh on acoustic guitar and vocals, showing the band his new tune for the first time, walking them through the changes.  Turns out he's a pretty good acoustic guitar player, vocals aren't too shabby either.  Interesting that the song did not change significantly from what he brought to them, it just got the full band treatment.  Always a special song to the fans, the Dead would wait over 20 years to perform it live for the first time, on 3/19/95 in Philadelphia.  Lucky fuckers.



3.       Stella Blue – Garcia Tapes.  This one is from '73.  One of the three songs on this compilation to be repeated, a stark contrast to the other version from five years later.  This one just floats and melts, very patient, mellow, and contained.  The song has a real organic feel to it, and is the perfect accompaniment to a sunset on a lake.  The song builds, but doesn't go for the cataclysmic peaks it would shoot for in later years, instead preferring a more contemplative tone.  The instruments weave a psychedelic web, those reflective and cosmic lyrics, and Garcia's yearning vocals.  Perfect.

All the years combine
they melt into a dream
from a guitar
In the end there's just a song
comes crying like the wind
through all the broken dreams
and vanished years
Stella Blue
Stella Blue…



4.       Dark Star>Spanish Jam>U.S. Blues – So Many Roads.  This jam, coming out of Dark Star, going through a Spanish Jam, before ultimately winding up in U.S. Blues, is from 6/23/74.  Spanish Jam was one of those jams performed throughout the Dead's entire career, this one being based on the song Solea from Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain.  Billy starts a military march style rhythm on the snare, and the rest of the band fall in around him.  Phil dropping bombs, and Jerry just screeching. Perfectly transitioning into U.S. Blues, dancing around the intro for some time, totally locked in and going through some changes, before Billy leads them into the first verse.  Garcia's country-rock chops really shine.  The liner notes to So Many Roads accurately describe it as '74 Dead in a nutshell: close to the experimental edge, but ready to rock out.



5.       Peggy-O – 5/19/74.  The next 45 minutes and remaining tracks on this disc all come from the same show. These are the tracks that closed the show out as well; the only thing missing is about 2 minutes of a little tune-up jam after Peggy-O.  Peggy-O is one of those classic and timeless folk tunes the Dead made their own.  Much like the Stella Blue on this disc, this version is mellow and blissful.  Later versions had more muscle, but the delicacy here seems to suit the song better.  This is one of the earliest renditions of the song.



6.       Truckin'>
7.       Mind Left Body Jam>
8.       Not Fade Away>
9.       Goin' Down the Road Feeling Bad – 5/19/74.  Just an amazing seamless sequence of music, highlighting some of the greatest hits in the Grateful Dead canon.  Truckin', back when it was a kick-ass blues rock song, before it became a "Long Strange Trip" prom night cliché.  Over 15 minutes, they give the song a workout, keeping the tempo up the whole time.  They seem to be headed toward a bluesy Nobody's Fault type jam, but instead the pace kicks up for some more pickin'.  Then Phil hints at Not Fade Away, but instead Mind Left Body Jam comes next.  Based on the song Your Mind Has Left Your Body, originally appearing the album Baron Von Tollbooth and the Chrome Nun by Paul Kantner (Jefferson Airplane/Starship), a few members of the Dead played on the album, may have helped write the song, and I suppose liked it well enough to keep playing it, sans lyrics.  Head over to the Grateful Dead Guide blog for an extensive essay on the history of this jam.  (And you thought I was wordy?)  Bobby's four chord progression, Garcia's wailing slide, the song goes back and forth between a howl and a playful bounce.  Listen closely, and you can hear the roots of certain parts of The Music Never Stopped, as portions of this jam would be incorporated into the song, written within the next year or so.  And then Phil finally gets his way and they're off into Not Fade Away.  Another repeat, and much different from the version played four years earlier.  Both are quite exploratory, but the first one is more ferocious and raw, this one more grooving.  A nice breakdown at the end, before gliding into Goin' Down the Road with that classic lyrical Garcia melody.  So much emotion packed into those notes, so bittersweet and sparkling.  Another classic American tale, summing up the longing for freedom and independent nature of the American spirit.  Also the perfect landing pad after a psychedelic voyage.  Much as Rider was for China Cat, a very earthly song, soulful lyrics and vocals, and a chance to shake it off.  A nice anthem for the end of the 60's:

Going down the road feeling bad,
Don't wanna be treated this a way


10.   One More Saturday Night – 5/19/74.  Another chance to rock out before they close the show.  The song grooves along at a relatively mellow tempo for the first part of the tune, then they break it down, build it back up to a peak, and unleash the Weir.  Donna is restrained for much of the tune, but she obviously doesn't want to be outdone.  Ridiculous energy, would've been a lot of fun to be there.  A few nice words and they're off, just another night at work.