I'm abt 6 episodes in and the doc is so great. So much footage that I've never seen elsewhere. Bobby is soooo out there, Phil is a tiny bit boring, and the roadies/managers are great.
― tobo73, Wednesday, 28 June 2017 19:33 (six years ago) link
Sam Cutler's book is very disappointing.
― Luna Schlosser, Wednesday, 28 June 2017 19:54 (six years ago) link
Just bought this cool shirt. Has "Ithaca 77" on the back
http://www.dead.net/sites/default/files/imagecache/product-main/ithacatshirt_1.jpg
― calstars, Thursday, 20 July 2017 01:46 (six years ago) link
Sam Cutler's book is very disappointing.― Luna Schlosser, Wednesday, June 28, 2017 2:54 PM (one month ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
bummed to see this, literally just hit the order button in another tab
― global tetrahedron, Monday, 14 August 2017 19:44 (six years ago) link
Listening to Atlanta Fox Theater 5/18/77 this morning. Man, the first set is mellow if mellow is your bag: slow version of "Friend of the Devil," "Must Have Been the Roses," and "High Time" all clocking in at 10 minutes plus each. Great narcoleptic rainy day stuff.
― "Celebration" encourages the listener to celebrate good times. (Dan Peterson), Wednesday, 16 August 2017 16:26 (six years ago) link
i've been listening to some 77 JGB and holy shit is it slow. i think some head referred to it as "persian tempos," referring to the strain of heroin Garcia preferred. yow!
― tylerw, Wednesday, 16 August 2017 16:31 (six years ago) link
I've seen that too. The Atlanta second set also includes an 11 minute "Ship of Fools" and what I'm pretty sure is the slowest "Stella Blue" I've ever heard. Personally I'm loving this show, but Jer must have really been pissing off the twirlers that night.
― "Celebration" encourages the listener to celebrate good times. (Dan Peterson), Wednesday, 16 August 2017 21:03 (six years ago) link
lol even the "Around and Around" is slow!
― "Celebration" encourages the listener to celebrate good times. (Dan Peterson), Wednesday, 16 August 2017 21:16 (six years ago) link
https://68.media.tumblr.com/1126a1fca90d5ed1418809b8dc44dea0/tumblr_ou0gaxlSpJ1qzy30io1_1280.jpg
― tylerw, Wednesday, 16 August 2017 21:21 (six years ago) link
Ouch.
― "Celebration" encourages the listener to celebrate good times. (Dan Peterson), Wednesday, 16 August 2017 21:25 (six years ago) link
Okay, I'm listening to the Atlanta show again today, and I'm going out on a limb to say it's - if not "better" than Barton Hall - pretty much my ideal Dead listening right now.
No "El Paso" or "Mama Tried" in the first set to harsh my mellow (sorry, not a fan of Dead versions of either) and Bob isn't all shouty on "Minglewood." I'm also not big on "Dancin' in the Streets" and kinda burned out on "Scarlet/Fire" these days, so I prefer the Atlanta setlist to Barton.
Sound on this is stellar too, you can really hear the guitar interplay between Jerry and Bob. Plenty of shimmery leads, but it (almost never) gets over-noodly.
I'm even digging "Lazy Lightning/Supplication," and I'm generally not into those much.
― "Celebration" encourages the listener to celebrate good times. (Dan Peterson), Thursday, 17 August 2017 16:00 (six years ago) link
how do you rate the night after? a couple nice slow takes there too
― global tetrahedron, Thursday, 17 August 2017 16:01 (six years ago) link
Not familiar, I'll give it a try!
― "Celebration" encourages the listener to celebrate good times. (Dan Peterson), Thursday, 17 August 2017 16:10 (six years ago) link
listened to 4/23/77 the other day, kind of my ideal setlist and there's even a matrix recording which i'm normally into but i found the show pretty flat overall... i think there's some saying about not judging a show by the setlist, guess i learned that one
― global tetrahedron, Thursday, 17 August 2017 16:11 (six years ago) link
An offending extract from the Sam Cutler book (sorry for long quote)
On the second night of the Port Chester gig, high as a kite and feeling good, with the briefcase stashed and everything in order, I wandered back into the auditorium. The place was cooking, literally —it felt as hot as a baker’s oven. The same policeman in full uniform uniform I had seen earlier now stood at the side of the room with his back to a wall. Immediately in front of him, a couple of thousand delirious hippies were having the time of their lives. I wandered across to say hello. I introduced myself, showing him my security pass, and asked how he was doing. He remembered me from before, but seemed a little friendlier this time. “Man, I been here for over two hours and I’m sweatin’ and I ain’t had nothin’ to drink and I need a break,” he told me. I smiled at him. “You fancy a beer? I’ll get you a beer if you want one.” He looked horrified. “Man, it’s more than my life’s worth to drink a beer. I’m on duty.” I sighed sympathetically and apologized, saying, “Of course you are, sorry about that. Anyway, what d’you think of the show?” He smiled. “That’s one hell of a band you got there; the acoustic set was great.” I thought to myself, well, at least he likes the music. He motioned with his arm to the kids boogying like mad in the auditorium. “Nice buncha kids, no problems here, these kids are having fun.” I looked at him and smiled. “Tell you what, buddy, I know you’re on duty, but you surely could drink a Coca-Cola, couldn’t you?” He sighed. “You know what, I’d love one, but before we came on duty we had a briefing from the captain and he told us all not to touch anything, ’cos it was likely to be contaminated with that LSD.” I was as high as the Empire State Building, and I smiled at him again. “Seems a pity a man can’t have a drink on such a hot night.”He nodded and looked glum. I pretended to have a flash of inspiration. “Tell you what. I could get you a Coca-Cola unopened. That way you’d be safe. There’s no way anyone can mess with a Coca-Cola in an unopened can. You can open it yourself.” “You know what,” he said, “I reckon that would be okay.” I fetched a cold drink from the garbage can that stood on the stage and wiped away the excess water. Between the tab and the lip of the can a small drop of magic was applied, and I wandered back into the auditorium to find my thirsty policeman. I handed him the unopened can and he pulled the tab and drank with a gasp of satisfaction. I gave him a wink and told him, “You want another one, you just let me know.” I leaned against the wall with my new best buddy and looked at the audience, checking out the view. A short time passed and the policeman took off his hat. Then he loosened his tie. It was, after all, really hot in the building. “Would you like another Coke?” I asked and he nodded appreciatively. I wandered backstage and grabbed a couple, though it was no longer necessary for the magic ingredient to be applied. He smiled as I handed him the Cokes and nodded toward the audience. Less than five feet away, a lovely girl danced. She moved like a flower that stands in a soft breeze, her arms like petals wandering above her head, and her whole being shining with a serene light. She danced for herself; she danced for creation; she danced with the music; and she danced quite naturally and effortlessly for the policeman, who thought of himself for once as the luckiest man in the world. I returned backstage to stand behind the amplifiers, to lose myself in the music of the gods and to relax. Over the stage apron I could see the policeman: he was smiling. In front of him, several beautiful girls were dancing as if for his pleasure. He was like a Pasha with his harem. He was no longer the outsider but was now the same as all of us in the auditorium, at one with the people and the music. Garcia noticed the cop and smiled knowingly at me. I grinned to myself as a voice in my head softly whispered the words: “Game, set, and match.”
I introduced myself, showing him my security pass, and asked how he was doing. He remembered me from before, but seemed a little friendlier this time. “Man, I been here for over two hours and I’m sweatin’ and I ain’t had nothin’ to drink and I need a break,” he told me. I smiled at him.
“You fancy a beer? I’ll get you a beer if you want one.”
He looked horrified. “Man, it’s more than my life’s worth to drink a beer. I’m on duty.”
I sighed sympathetically and apologized, saying, “Of course you are, sorry about that. Anyway, what d’you think of the show?”
He smiled. “That’s one hell of a band you got there; the acoustic set was great.” I thought to myself, well, at least he likes the music. He motioned with his arm to the kids boogying like mad in the auditorium. “Nice buncha kids, no problems here, these kids are having fun.”
I looked at him and smiled. “Tell you what, buddy, I know you’re on duty, but you surely could drink a Coca-Cola, couldn’t you?”
He sighed. “You know what, I’d love one, but before we came on duty we had a briefing from the captain and he told us all not to touch anything, ’cos it was likely to be contaminated with that LSD.”
I was as high as the Empire State Building, and I smiled at him again. “Seems a pity a man can’t have a drink on such a hot night.”He nodded and looked glum. I pretended to have a flash of inspiration.
“Tell you what. I could get you a Coca-Cola unopened. That way you’d be safe. There’s no way anyone can mess with a Coca-Cola in an unopened can. You can open it yourself.”
“You know what,” he said, “I reckon that would be okay.” I fetched a cold drink from the garbage can that stood on the stage and wiped away the excess water. Between the tab and the lip of the can a small drop of magic was applied, and I wandered back into the auditorium to find my thirsty policeman. I handed him the unopened can and he pulled the tab and drank with a gasp of satisfaction.
I gave him a wink and told him, “You want another one, you just let me know.” I leaned against the wall with my new best buddy and looked at the audience, checking out the view. A short time passed and the policeman took off his hat. Then he loosened his tie. It was, after all, really hot in the building. “Would you like another Coke?” I asked and he nodded appreciatively. I wandered backstage and grabbed a couple, though it was no longer necessary for the magic ingredient to be applied. He smiled as I handed him the Cokes and nodded toward the audience.
Less than five feet away, a lovely girl danced. She moved like a flower that stands in a soft breeze, her arms like petals wandering above her head, and her whole being shining with a serene light. She danced for herself; she danced for creation; she danced with the music; and she danced quite naturally and effortlessly for the policeman, who thought of himself for once as the luckiest man in the world.
I returned backstage to stand behind the amplifiers, to lose myself in the music of the gods and to relax. Over the stage apron I could see the policeman: he was smiling. In front of him, several beautiful girls were dancing as if for his pleasure. He was like a Pasha with his harem. He was no longer the outsider but was now the same as all of us in the auditorium, at one with the people and the music. Garcia noticed the cop and smiled knowingly at me. I grinned to myself as a voice in my head softly whispered the words: “Game, set, and match.”
― Luna Schlosser, Thursday, 17 August 2017 16:18 (six years ago) link
It always amazes me that so many people considered dosing someone without their consent a light-hearted prank and not a violation. All those stories of Pigpen specifically saying he didn't want to trip and them making a game out of trying to slip it to him anyway seem creepy to me, even more so when told as though it was just this amusing goof-off. Ditto those times in the Haight house when Lesh (or maybe it was Weir) refused to trip and Bear essentially stormed up and harangued them into doing it despite their objections.
― blatherskite, Thursday, 17 August 2017 16:33 (six years ago) link
Have I repped for The Mosque 5/25? I've listened to that one a few times on Archive. Laid back and lovely, esp "He's Gone."― smug dinner-jazz atrocity (Dan Peterson), Tuesday, June 13, 2017 12:05 PM (two months ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
came to post about this, really nice. think this might be my favorite may 77 show now, tied with pembroke pines probably
― global tetrahedron, Thursday, 7 September 2017 18:57 (six years ago) link
i’m like fucking obsessed with the buffalo show
― flamenco drop (BradNelson), Saturday, 20 January 2018 05:55 (six years ago) link
i'm coming around to thinking AUDs or Matrixes are better than SBDs, you get more of the atmosphere- people singing along, cheering, getting kicked out for smoking, etc. seems the true heads hate em tho because this show is excellent and all the comments are complaining about 'too much high end' and stuff
https://archive.org/details/gd77-05-12.aud.clugston.6484.sbeok.shnf
― global tetrahedron, Thursday, 19 April 2018 16:43 (five years ago) link
nah, i think Heads are pretty much split on the AUDs vs SBDs debate with strong feelings in both directions. for me it comes down to my mood at the time. 75% of the time i go for SBDs because i want to be able to focus on the music, but some of the well done AUDs from the 80s in particular are worth hearing.
i'd been doing a trawl through the '85 summer tour starting from the Greek 20th anniversary run and i hit on a couple AUDs from the Oade brothers that i really liked.
a good matrix will give the best of both worlds, but i think finding a "good" one that isn't just harsh cut to audience sounds between songs is difficult sometimes.
― soaring skrrrtpeggios (jon /via/ chi 2.0), Thursday, 19 April 2018 16:48 (five years ago) link
most shocking revelation from AUDs is that people cheered at the fact a bob song was starting
(his guitar is quite loud on this mix and it's excellent fyi)
― global tetrahedron, Thursday, 19 April 2018 16:54 (five years ago) link
i haven't paid much attention to anything past 1983- but it's my understanding that the taper phenomenon really started picking up steam around then. i could easily see quality matrixes coming out due to that
― global tetrahedron, Thursday, 19 April 2018 16:55 (five years ago) link
i haven't listened to any of the tapes from that show, i usually get my fix from the first May 1977 box. i'll have to add that to my list next time i get back in a May '77 mood. as deep as that month is, i got a little burned out on it after last year's box.
― soaring skrrrtpeggios (jon /via/ chi 2.0), Thursday, 19 April 2018 17:00 (five years ago) link
i heard the SBD for this was released as part of some winterland set so if you're too picky for an AUD you could probably track that down on soulseek or something
― global tetrahedron, Thursday, 19 April 2018 17:03 (five years ago) link
AUDs from 1974 are pretty interesting, because they capture the feel Wall of Sound, which doesn't come through in SBDs of the era.
― J. Sam, Thursday, 19 April 2018 17:05 (five years ago) link
the roosevelt stadium aud (8/6/74) is fantastic for that reason, and also because they somehow drop into scarlet begonias out of playin' in the band and it's sloppy and totally awesome
― global tetrahedron, Thursday, 19 April 2018 17:07 (five years ago) link
if you just want a sampling of this 5/12 i'd say the half-step is excellent, the terrapin is great, and weirdly, dancin' is a highlight for once. it goes to some unique spaces
― global tetrahedron, Thursday, 19 April 2018 17:45 (five years ago) link
listening to 5/9, i normally don't care for 77 Other Ones but this is a ripper, Keith doing some crazy stuff here
― global tetrahedron, Wednesday, 9 May 2018 18:37 (five years ago) link
― flamenco drop (BradNelson), Saturday, January 20, 2018 12:55 AM (three months ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
the buffalo show is so good
― marcos, Wednesday, 9 May 2018 18:40 (five years ago) link
this not fade away is excellent too, love it when they chug away at the intro for a good couple minutes
― global tetrahedron, Wednesday, 9 May 2018 18:55 (five years ago) link
Dan -- Buffalo opens with an outstanding Help > Slip > Franklin, you'd love it if you're a Help guy (I am too)― Wimmels, Tuesday, 25 April 2017 14:57 (one year ago) Permalink
― Wimmels, Tuesday, 25 April 2017 14:57 (one year ago) Permalink
Finally listening to this one year after the recommendation. Yeah, this cooks.
― hair-grabbing ear-grabbing fetishist squaredance caller (Dan Peterson), Wednesday, 9 May 2018 19:28 (five years ago) link
giving cornell a spin a day late and man great show but this groovy jazzy version of "Mama Tried" is so shit compared to the awesome acid cowboy roller on skull & roses, why would you make such a baffling arrangement decison.
― oiocha, Wednesday, 9 May 2018 21:36 (five years ago) link
Well...there probably was a lot of drugs involved.
― earlnash, Thursday, 10 May 2018 10:16 (five years ago) link
looking for a mutron? i think someone famous owned this one
https://www.ebay.com/itm/JERRY-GARCIAS-pedal-A-piece-of-GRATEFUL-DEAD-history-BigSteve/312462357387?_trkparms=aid%3D222007%26algo%3DSIM.MBE%26ao%3D1%26asc%3D20131231084308%26meid%3Db30a40aa2d3c47349b265f69758ac2cb%26pid%3D100010%26rk%3D1%26rkt%3D5%26sd%3D312462333125%26itm%3D312462357387&_trksid=p2047675.c100010.m2109
― global tetrahedron, Saturday, 9 February 2019 06:07 (five years ago) link
happy cornell day
― global tetrahedron, Wednesday, 8 May 2019 14:58 (four years ago) link
i like the AUD of this show because you can hear the wasted dude yelling "Play America's favorite song — TRUCKIN!!!!"
― tylerw, Wednesday, 8 May 2019 15:10 (four years ago) link
"take a step back! and yet another step back! do you all feel better? ...what do you mean, 'no'?"
― global tetrahedron, Wednesday, 8 May 2019 16:21 (four years ago) link
Someone should do a "Grayfolded"-type collage of all the "take a step back!"s.
― Montgomery Burns' Jazz (Tarfumes The Escape Goat), Wednesday, 8 May 2019 18:05 (four years ago) link
i think someone's done a collection of weir's dumbest stage banter ...
― tylerw, Wednesday, 8 May 2019 18:14 (four years ago) link
Okay now listening to the Buffalo show :) woohaaa this project is eating me alive.
― black dice live ft. jerry garcia (rizzx), Tuesday, 1 September 2020 19:06 (three years ago) link