10/9/72: winterland arena, san franciso, CA. road crew benefit w/nrps.

nineteen seventy-two is chocked full of so many stellar performances that one can literally queue up any show on the archive and find something to really chew on. i’ve highlighted a good number of dates over the past three years in this blog, including two march academy of music gigs, some personal favorites from the europe run, a handful of unheralded december dates, and the smoldering new year’s closer from the winterland ballroom.

sandwiched in between a 12-show east coast hitch and a 10-night run in the northern midwest, the band made time for a single hometown performance in the form of an october road crew benefit at winterland. the dead were no strangers to benefits of course. beginning with the mid sixties san francisco mime troupe benefit shows, the band subtly pursued opportunities to aid various groups and causes. some of the more famous of these fundraisers were performances for the hell’s angels, the black panthers, yogi bhajan’s sufi choir, the american indians, and the springfield creamery field trip in veneta, OR. this evening’s concert raised in the neighborhood of $10,000 to reportedly help the dead’s roadies buy a house. what other band comes to mind for playing benefits so that their road crew might buy a home?

as was the case on the first and last california shows of the year, the new riders opened the festivities, followed by a more typically generous two sets from jerome and company. the first set is notable for the live debut of box of rain, which featured phil lesh in his first lead vocal for the band. other highlights of the set include nice renditions of black throated wind and friend of the devil, a well-jammed china > rider, an exquisite sugaree, and a fiery, 20-minute version of playing in the band, reminiscent of some of the more interesting takes on the tune performed during the european tour.

the second frame begins with an oddity: a brief blues jam featuring a clearly inebriated grace slick, messily adlibbing in front of the bemused band. fortunately for us, her appearance is short. the music recommences with a warm he’s gone, complete with the recently introduced vocal coda. a blistering run through johnny cash’s big river follows with some lightning picking from garcia alongside keith’s remarkable piano work. a few songs later-including a fledgling mississippi half step-we arrive at the real meat of the set via a superb truckin’ > other one > wharf rat combination. the phil and billy duet at the end of truckin’ is terrific, highlighting both musician’s extraordinary fluidity and their uncanny ability to switch tempos and styles. tonight’s take on the other one is jazzy and succinct, clocking in at a mere 10 minutes; it doesn’t pack the untethered punch that many of the ’72 versions exemplify, but is quite satisfying none the less. the wharf rat is pure early seventies august west, with that brilliant garcia bridge that moves the time signature into waltz time and back to the A-major march which perfectly translates the pathos of the narrator’s experience.

the night closes out with a strong sugar magnolia and an energized fragment of casey jones. overall, this is an exceptionally well-played show, clearly reflecting the many miles the band had logged on the road over the previous months. recorded by bear, mastered and retracked by bill guarneri, this night at winterland is worthy of a few listens. you be the judge. https://archive.org/details/gd1972-10-09.sbd.130494.MrBill.flac16

3-28-69: student center, modesto junior college, modesto, CA.

this often overlooked show from the spring of ‘69 is an absolute barn burner. taped during the period when the dead were holed up in pacific recording for the aoxomoxoa sessions, this performance is everything i love about 1969 grateful dead: weird, loud, messy, and packed with dynamic instrumental jams.

the night opens with a bad-ass good morning little schoolgirl; the band is already playing when the tape starts rolling, but that doesn't kill the vibe at all. following some turn up the monitors requests for old bear, the septet launches into dark star. one month removed from the first full-blown dark star at the filmore west (that would be mixed for live/dead), this evening’s version is a sonic adventure of radical proportions. after the first verse, things fall apart and dissolve, only to be recombined into something-and nothing-else. form is completely abandoned and, as was the case for many dark star jams of this era, the music comes to serve as a psychedelic litmus test for the audience—at once holy, disturbing, and utterly mesmeric. and then, with the greatest of ease, the lads depart the transitive nightfall of diamonds and drop into an absolutely raunchy saint stephen > eleven combination that keeps the whole freak show moving along at a searing pace. next, a haunting, perfectly rendered death don’t have no mercy comes forth. the band’s take on the reverend jesse davis tune is sublime, including two extremely fiery instrumental breaks. in due course, pig asserts control again to lead the boys through a balling lovelight.

after 22 uncut minutes of mckernan magic, jerry chimes out “we’re gonna knock off for a little while and drink some coke and stuff like that and then we’ll be back to play a while, shortly…” a minute later he retorts “as long as everybody’s up you might as well stay up…there’s only 15 minutes more so we’re gonna play instead of taking a break.” and then, as the dead so often do, 15 minutes turns into a half hour of music in the form of a titanic cryptical suite. it’s a powerhouse version that doesn’t break new ground but, who cares, it’s good ol’ 1969 fucking grateful dead.
https://archive.org/details/gd1969-03-28.140994.sbd.bear.lubar.dalton.miller.clugston.flac1644/Gd69-03-28T08Tuning_banter.flac

9-11-74: alexandra palace, london.

1974 was surely a high watermark year for the dead. for starters, the wall of sound introduced concert goers to the largest, technologically innovative public address system ever built. in addition to the force and extravagance of the PA, much of the tour added halftime entertainment in the form of ned lagin and phil lesh, and their experimental modular-synth seastones performances. like many ardent dead fans, i’m a real admirer of the collaborations between ned and the band, although the seastones outings surely aren’t everyone’s cup of ayahuasca.

the ’74 tour wasn’t all roses though. assembling, disassembling, and hauling around 75 tons of amps, speakers, subwoofers and tweeters was a lot of work, and it really took a toll on the grateful dead family. in addition, there was a general dissatisfaction with playing larger and more impersonal venues, ongoing squabbles and inflexibility among the band members, and a growing dependence on cocaine to keep the locomotive moving.

seven months and 24 shows after the touring debut of the completed wall of sound at the cow palace, the band embarked on a brief tour of europe. the first stop was the famed alexandra palace in london. the third ally pally show of the 3-night stopover is rife with compelling music, including more pure improvisational offerings than any singular dead performance. in a 2001 KPFA interview with david gans, lagin shared that the stress and burden of the ’74 tour came to a head on this evening in the united kingdom. according to various sources, the band huddled together and agreed to lay down their coke spoons and participate in a bit of lysergic purification to reset the levels. dick latvala was as much a fan of LSD as he was of listening to and archiving the dead’s music, so it’s surprising that his pick documenting this london run (vol. 7) completely ignored the towering highlight from the show’s second set. without question, it is hands down one of the most outside jamming adventures of the year.

the first frame begins with a well-played scarlet begonias to set the pace. the next standout is sugaree, filled with elegant contrasts that soar above the song’s trying narrative. the remainder of the set is loose and articulate, with a punchy mexicali blues, a sweet jack straw with jerry’s little daredevil fills under bob’s vocal lines, and a sweet row jimmy with some downright superb ensemble work. the playing in the band set closer is first rate; the group pushes and pulls the hunter-weir song, gradually building to a delicious apex before garcia deftly stages the reprise at the twenty-minute mark.

set 2 opens with seastones. the beginning music sounds like ned alone, liberally sending synth waves spiraling outward into the great hall. shortly afterward, billy, jerry, and finally bobby join ned and phil on stage and effortlessly begin to add to the lush mix. in due time, lagin abandons his synthesizers and moves to his rhodes piano. the group mind is at work now, and the resulting music is difficult to describe—tangibly psychedelic, with deep tribal grooves. in time, jerome picks up the pace and the jam moves in concentric arcs before dropping into a drumless space, followed by more annular jamming. eventually, eyes of the world appears on the sonic horizon; the transition to the song is slow, and it’s a real gas how it takes them a full 7-minutes to get their collaborative space together and begin the tune for real. the ensemble works through the eyes and all of its subtle changes, with ned adding some acrobatic keyboard lines alongside keith’s sterling piano work. and then, as they are often inclined to do, they find their way to another nameless jam for 10 more minutes, before winding down with wharf rat.

phil announces a short break to break down ned’s equipment, in anticipation of the band returning for a cursory final half hour of closing music. the first couple of numbers are fairly hot and spirited, but by the time they land on sugar magnolia, it’s very clear they’re completely spent. given the absolute leviathan and expansive performance on this evening, that should go without saying. https://archive.org/details/gd1974-09-11.132458.mtx.GEMS-BCE.flac16/gd74-09-11s2t04.flac

4-12-70: fillmore west, san francisco, CA.

the dead didn't play many shows in april 1970, and this run with the miles davis quintet serving as the opening act is clearly the highpoint. the downside of the 4-night stand is that, like many of the spring ’70 shows they taped, most of the reels were haphazardly lost or stolen. fortunately for us, a good deal of bear’s 7 inch half track reel master of the final night’s performance survived. harry ely’s fantastic stereo field recording fills in the gaps.

catching miles davis alongside the dead during this fillmore engagement must have been a total gas. davis’ appearance came close on the heels of the release of his groundbreaking double LP bitches brew, which represented another big artistic leap for the trumpeter. the band that he brought along comprising of chick corea on keys, bassist dave holland, soprano sax player steve grossman, drummer jack dejohnette, and percussionist airto moreira, was fully versed in this new music and stood the fillmore audiences on their ears. i’ve included youtube links of both the 4/11 and 4/12 performances here for evidence. trust me, they’ll blow your top.

the dead’s set opens with a lengthy and very laid-back version of good morning little schoolgirl, a tune they hadn’t dusted off since december of the previous year. after a bright and punchy casey jones, a slightly botched china > rider, and a rip roaring good lovin’, we’re treated to two mid set treats: the first electrified candyman, and a real slinky version of deep elem blues. two workingman cuts and the customary broken string announcement later, the band launches into the show’s centerpiece—dancin’ in the streets. the improvisational furry begins early; jerry and phil really play off of each other, hacking away at their strings with an energy that makes this excursion one of the more notable jams from 1970. without question, it rivals the tour de force they’ll lay down at harpur college a few weeks later.

the remainder of the evening is just as tasty. black peter and uncle john’s band are presented in fine form, with solid harmonies. it’s a man’s man’s man's world is also excellent; mckernan’s vocals are impassioned and garcia’s guitar work is slippery, and oh so funky. viola lee blues closes out the show, with pigpen back on organ. the sextet slides into the song with ease, their playing loose, but perfectly controlled. in due time the jamming is full-tilt, ablaze with what makes this tune so satisfying—a deliberate balance of rage and fervor. and like that, the retooled gus cannon jug band hit ends with a crash, followed by howls of gorgeous feedback.

miles: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBlTjFf_eYE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4WXT_JgfTM&t=1637s

the dead end kids: https://archive.org/details/gd70-04-12.sbd.kaplan.3820.sbeok.shnf

12-29-68: miami pop festival, gulfstream park, hallandale, FL.

the last grateful dead performance of 1968 is a goddamn barnburner. they torch the place. the festival scene prevented the band from working through their usual trip, so everything is revved up to maximum speed, as you’ll hear immediately on the lovelight opener. pig is as riled up as a rabid hound and the septet storms through the first number like a band possessed. lesh introduces the next item on the bill “we once put this thing out as a single,” before the lads bore down into a shrieking 10-minute dark star that, unlike the lengthy jazzy peregrinations to come, is presented as a piece of slashing rock ‘n roll. from here, the mad unit skids into a rousing saint stephen, complete with the william tell bridge and a full-throttled bacchanalesque outro jam. the boys are warming up now and the eleven that follows hits you like a mattock in the skull. a drum solo airs things out for a moment, before an absolutely fervent other one > cryptical envelopment wells up and decimates everything in its path.

and then, a we bid you goodnight benediction because, unquestionably, it’s what’s needed. https://archive.org/details/gd1968-12-29.sbd.miller.80197.sbeok.flac16

5-10-72: het concertgebouw, amsterdam. 

11-8-69: fillmore auditorium, san francisco, CA.

much has been written about 1969 dead. it was a year packed with great performances, to say the least. discerning listeners point to a few essential tapes from the year, including the famed fillmore east dates w/janis joplin and her cosmic blues band, two remarkable evenings at the dream bowl, a number of fillmore west shows (highlighted by the late february and early march gigs that would grace the landmark double LP, live dead), three raging nights at the ark, two big rock pow wow shows at the seminole indian village in west hollywood FL, a handful of nights at the family dog and winterland arena and, of course, a much celebrated festival in bethel, NY. this list is far from being comprehensive.

a few years ago, i stumbled onto an essay by renowned taper jim wise about his relationship with dick latvala and a certain ’69 grateful dead recording. around the time the two met, latvala was pitching november 8, 1969 to john cutler and jeffery norman as the next dick’s picks release. the music was stunning, as was a flaw in the master recording—a continuous clicking sound throughout. dick left a 2-track recording he’d converted to DAT from bear’s 7-inch master reels with wise to see what he could do with the technical issues. wise went to work and was eventually able to remove the clicks from the right channel of the disc, resulting in the sound on the transfer you’ll hear on this archived recording. of course, the fidelity of the revamped sound was a hit with jeff norman too, as evidenced on dick’s 16.

the tape is an odyssey. it is considered by many dead historians as one of the finest early performances by the band. i heartily agree. the true journey of the show begins with an elegant dark star, masterfully played and underscored by deeply ruminative improvisations. after the first verse, the ensemble drifts off into space before garcia wanders into a fantastically potent jam. lesh, the consummate opportunist, intricately shapes the dark star jam into a new theme and soon begins to hint at the other one. the momentum is indomitable and the musical interplay sets the band at a tremendous energy level. the transition into the other one is sudden and arresting; several compelling jams occur before the first verse, adroitly led by phil’s maniacal bass and some absolutely sinister guitar work by jerome. in time lesh hints at a caution theme, but garcia has other plans and soars back into dark star. phil isn’t done though, and leads the group into a surprising instrumental take on uncle john’s band. the short jam is ineffably joyful, and the uptempo interpretation is a perfect bridge to the final verse of dark star.

the remainder of the set is equally as satisfying. the saint stephen that arises out of the dark star suite is played to perfection, with a particularly torrid final jam. the eleven is next, and it is one of the few times the band has played the dark star > saint stephen > eleven trilogy since the introduction of the new aoxomoxoa material into their repertoire that april. this evening’s take on the eleven is sterling, offering a swath of deep improvisational territories. in time, lesh again has his way and steers the outfit into caution. the playing soon becomes downright psychedelic—combined with an ideal portion of distortion—before mckernan brings the band back to earth with a long and detailed vocal discourse. and if there hasn’t been enough twists and surprises, a rare main ten jam is introduced, explored, and discarded for a scorching caution reprise. the evening concludes with an extended feedback and a bittersweet and slightly out of tune we bid you goodnight finale.

in a year of incredible peaks, this show is one of the exceptional outings. it embodies the essence of 1969 grateful dead—roaring, pulsing, nefarious, and sublime. it’s easy to see why mr. latvala was so in love with this tape. queue it up and see for yourself. my only counsel is that you dial the volume up to an unreasonable level to ensure maximum enjoyment. https://archive.org/details/gd1969-11-08.sbd.wise.17433.shnf/gd69-11-08d2t02.shn