12/31/72: winterland ballroom, san francisco w/sons of champlin and the new riders of the purple sage.

one of the finer new year’s, a “regular” ’72 show with slight extra edge. the performance came on the tail end of a wonderful year that found the band, as always, in development. keith had moved in, pigpen was heading out, and a whole bunch of new songs had been added. in general, they were 'little' songs, so the big jams tended to revolve around dark star or the other one during the second set. for those of you who adore the more primal dead, check out the hour-long truckin > other one > morning dew suite from the second set. holy moly.

https://archive.org/details/gd72-12-31.prefm.vernon.20559.sbeok.shnf

12/23/70: winterland arena, san francisco, CA.

the dead team up with hot tuna and the new riders for a benefit for a local montessori school and the bear. while a good number of people must have recognized that bear was famed chemist and soundman owsley stanley, even the grateful dead must have had some trepidation about overtly publicizing a benefit performance for a recently rearrested LSD chemist (even if he was ostensibly retired from the pharmaceutical business). at the end of the performance, garcia says that hot tuna will be coming out to do a set, and thanks everyone for “helping us to bail out the bear.” it’s a miracle the tape survived since owsley was probably in jail at the time the whole thing was thrown together. the recording sounds terrific and stands as a superb example of how well the dead executed even the most basic material on a good night in late 1970.

and as it happened, it didn't work, and bear wasn't freed.

https://archive.org/details/gd1970-12-23.132343.sbd.miller.flac16

12/30/69: the tea party, boston, MA.

this soundboard recording is a real gem, with a near perfect mix of instruments and voices. historically this is a watershed period for the dead, and as the decade closes out the structure and style of the band is shifting. these are the final days of the 7-man ensemble, with the departure of keyboardist tom constanten on the near horizon. in addition to the personnel changes, the sound and songs that would emerge in 1970 as workingman’s dead have begun to come into their own. on this tuesday evening in boston’s south end, the lads treat us to the full range of their repertoire. there are extended and exploratory ragas—dark star and the other one—juxtaposed with short country-flavored tunes; there are songs on the wax, such as uncle john’s band and cumberland blues, together with alligator and the eleven, numbers that would shortly be vacating the playlist.

the opening set features the first new speedway boogie available on tape, appearing just a few weeks after the tragic altamont speedway free concert. another song introduced within the previous month is black peter, which comes off quite nicely. the highlight of the set, however, is the cryptical suite. lesh’s bass pulls and steers the band and sets the pace throughout. the raw, yet coordinated ensemble performance is downright tasty.

the second set opens with two more tunes that are less than a month old—uncle john’s band and mason’s children. they both feel rough around the edges, although it is nice to hear the early chord progressions of uncle john’s, prior to it’s eventual rearrangement (with the G-B-C-D chords at the introduction and between verses). following a solid performance of china cat > know you rider, the band regroups very briefly, and then launches into 50 minutes of exploratory and visceral music, including an absolutely stellar version of dark star. this star is typical of late ’69 renditions: mellow and sweet, with TC’s organ right up in front of the mix. of course, there’s plenty of sonic play—long stretches of feedback and space—and the familiar riffs that make this tune so special. and then, after a tight spirited jam that has us sensing a transition into another motif, the tape is cut and we drop midstream into alligator. both the alligator and the eleven that follow are intense and played with vigor. although neither of these songs would be played more than a handful of times moving forward, there is no hint of boredom or inattentiveness in this performance. it’s what makes live dead so goddamned good.

https://archive.org/details/gd69-12-30.sbd.miller.28469.sbeok.shnf

1/17/69: robertson gymnasium, santa barbara, CA.

early 1969 finds the dead playing in luminous improvisatory mode, served up with an overwhelming feeling of immediacy. a few weeks prior to the avalon ballroom performance that would provide part of the music for the live dead LP, this performance is a prime example of a band fully in the midst of some absolutely vital creation. the 80-minute set presents some of the most affecting music i’ve heard in quite a while. of note, the dark star > st. stephen > the eleven > death don’t have no mercy sequence is stunning, played with an intensity and spirit par excellence. of course, the mythic status afforded the material on live dead makes it almost impossible for long-time devotees to view it objectively, but rest assured, the music on this evening is of the same innovative and vociferous quality. much of the show is a dramatic flow of dynamic ideas between the band members, who repeatedly pass rhythms and phrases across the stage. the energy is high and the interplay and quick directional changes are quite extraordinary—clearly an unassailable peak in the history of the grateful dead. listen up. https://archive.org/details/gd69-01-17.sbd.miller.89798.sbeok.flac16

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3/1/70: family dog at the great highway, san francisco, CA.

the dead team up with commander cody and his lost planet airmen for 3 nights at one of chet helms’ rotating dancehall revues. the soundboard recording begins with a rare big boy pete (only four known versions from this period), recreating that rhythm & blues sound of the early 1960s. from here, the band rolls out a truly splendid take on morning dew; the jam smokes, and jerry’s singing is sweet and transformative. after noteworthy performances of hard to handle and me & my uncle, we arrive at the big jam sequence of the show. the cryptical suite is remarkable and is much more energized than the night before. they charge into it, although dogged by feedback, and the jam peaks, ebbs, and climbs again, before segueing into a thunderous Cryptical reprise which, in time, quiets down and transitions—with chiming harmonics—into a delicious black peter.

the remainder of the night is standard, top-notch 1970’s dead, and includes early arrangements of tunes from their soon-to-be-released workingman’s dead LP, tracked at pacific high recording studios just a few weeks prior. culled from bear’s 7” master reel recording, this set is really worth your full aural attention.

https://archive.org/details/gd1970-03-01.132769.sbd.master-reel.kaplan.flac16

9/16/72: two days after the first partial mix of the lagin/lesh/garcia studio recording “seastones” was submitted to clive davis at A&R records, the dead rolled into massachusetts for two nights at the boston music hall. during the saturday night performance, ned lagin sat in with the band on the dark star > brokedown palace sequence, playing a wurlitzer electric piano and crybaby wah-wah. this was the first and only time prior to 1974 that he sat in with keith godchaux playing acoustic piano. a few years back, a pristine second set soundboard recording of the show surfaced on the archive. the dark star on this evening is one of the dead’s great masterpieces, and the entire band is completely in synch from the beginning. give it a spin.

https://archive.org/details/gd72-09-16.psbd.unknown.6683.sbeok.shnf

5/29/71: winterland arena, san francisco, CA.

one month to the day after their final historic show at the fillmore east, the dead play a benefit gig with nrps, rj fox, and james & the good bros. the performance will forever be known as the acid punch show for the two 35-gallon garbage cans full of lysergic spiked cider that made their way through the backstage doorway and into the venue. the liquid refreshment coupled with the $2 admission fee, sounds like a recipe for a darn nice evening. a few years back a beautiful sounding partial soundboard surfaced on the archive, which happily replaced the muffled audience recording i acquired back in my tape trading days. sit back, relax, pour yourself a glass of punch, and queue this beauty up.

https://archive.org/details/gd1971-05-29.sbd.miller.110324.flac16