Whtcha all listening too?

[laughingwillow]

My goodness.... I hit deadbase a little bit ago and happened to take a listen to this, the last GD show played at Alpine Valley, WI. It was a crazy rainey night and prolly the most fun I ever had at a dead show. Period. Start to finish. Check it out y'all...

http://www.archive.org/details/gd89-07- ... sbeok.shnf

lw

[laughingwillow]

Took another listen this morning to the first set of the above show. Bobby just rips, Jerry is fluid as hell and well, Phil is Phil. I remember the Desolation Row from that night so vividly. I flashed on the fact that the song's lyrics captured a certain essence of the whole GD scene that was viewed one way from the outside and another from those in the know, which even then was a shifty proposition.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.........



They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

[jikuhchagi]

My Brothers I stand before you ready to admit to my sin. Yes, I have sinned and your mercy and understanding I do beg.

You see, although I once swore that friends don't let friends listen to MP3 (or apple's compression standard) I finally got an IPod.

BUT IT WAS A GIFT I SWEAR!!!

And so, I have been downloading and converting shows (ITunes DOES let you change the settings so your files aren't competely screwed by the compression) and listening to them on my Ipod.

The further network is pretty cool as I recently installed it on my Mac.

I am currently listening to

Grateful Dead
1982
08/03
12/28

1984
03/31
04/01
04/16
07/22

Genesis
04/21/1974

and

Yes
05/10/1975

I've been criticized for liking the early 80's Dead, but thats when I started seeing them, and I have a lot of fond memories (OK, fond memories OF memories, I don't really remember a whole lot!) of those days.

Forgive me for my sins! :lol:

[senorsalvia]

Jiku submitting to MP3,IPod's, "compression" :shock: ----  Jeez, makes this 'ole Ludditte remove his foil hat and scratch his balding tufts 'o grey :wink: ------------- sal

[laughingwillow]

I'm stuck on that show above from apline valley in 89. The second half of the first set is pure tension and it just builds up to Deal. Then on to the second set and a much needed release springing eternal from the opening notes of Box of Rain.

lw


Victim Or The Crime

Lyrics: Gerrit Graham
Music: Bob Weir

Patience runs out on the junkie
The dark side hires another soul
Did he steal his fate or earn it
Was he force-fed, did he learn it
Whatever happened to his precious self control

Like him I'm tired of trying to heal
This tom-cat heart with which I'm blessed
Is destruction loving's twin
Must I choose to lose or win
Maybe when my turn comes I will have guessed

These are the horns of the dilemma
What truth is proof against all lies
When sacred fails before profane
The wisest man is deemed insane
Even the purest of romantics compromise

What fixation feeds this fever
As the full moon pales and climbs
Am I living truth or rank deceiver
Am I the victim or the crime
Am I the victim or the crime
Am I the victim or the crime
Or the crime

And so I wrestle with the angel
To see who'll reap the seeds I sow
Am I the driver or the driven
Will I be damned to be forgiven
Is there anybody here but me who needs to know

What it is to face this fever
As the full moon pales and climbs
Am I living truth or rank deceiver
Am I the victim or the crime
Am I the victim or the crime
Am I the victim or the crime

[JRL]

Beware--- Slim Bawb and Gator Bait

Slim Bawb aka Bob Pearce is my good friend who had a band called the Beer Dawgs //http://beerdawgs.com/ for the past 20 years including the first 9 years with your's truly on bass (my "rock star" years). Bob disbanded both bands and moved to Austin last year but reunion tours are planned.

Gator Bait is Bob's acoustic band. Good stuff. Bob's a sly songwriter and the side is packed with rootsy goodness.

[Maïwa]

Immortal and 1349 - Good old black metal

[JRL]

A Love Supreme--- John Coltrane

[jikuhchagi]

I LOVE that album, JRL. Coltrane. Words fail.

I'm listening to these two Phil shows:


THIS SOUNDBOARD IS **FREE** THANKS TO PHIL & FRIENDS (WWW.PHILLESH.NET)

PHIL LESH AND FRIENDS
Bethel Woods Center For The Arts
Bethel, NY
July 9, 2006

DISC 1:
SET 1:

1) Tuning & Noodling
2) Shakedown Street>
3) Cumberland Blues
4) This Wheel's On Fire
5) Candyman
6) I Know You Rider

SET 2 with Trey Anastasio, no Greg Osby:

DISC 2:
1) Uncle John's Band>
2) Jam>
3) St. Stephen>
4) Mama Tried>

DISC 3:
1) Dark Star>
2) High Time
3) *Turn On Your Lovelight
4) E: Donor Rap/Intro
5) *He's Gone>
6) *Touch of Grey>
7) *Box of Rain

*with Greg Osby
 
Phil Lesh (bass, vocals)
Greg Osby (sax)
Joan Osborne (lead vocals)
John Molo (drums)
Rob Barraco (keys)
Barry Sless (pedal steel)
Larry Campbell (guitar, fiddle, mandolin)

Phil Lesh & Friends

February 25, 2006

Tower Theater - Upper Darby, PA
Source: Schoeps mk4 (din, loge rail)> NBox+> SD 722 (24/96);
        Wave Lab 5 (fades, resample, Apogee uv22hr dither) >
        CDWave (tracks)> FLAC16
Recorded by Craig Taraszki (mailto:ctaraszki@hotmail.com">ctaraszki@hotmail.com)

Disc #1
Set 1
1. Jam>
2. Scarlet Begonias>
3. Cats Under The Stars>
4. Cold Roses
5. Sitting On Top Of The World
6. Good Lovin'>
7. Golden Road

Disc #2
Set 2
1. Jam>
2. He's Gone>
3. Eyes Of The World>
4. What Sin Replaces Love>
5. All Along The Watchtower>
Disc #3
1. Feedback>
2. Caution>
3. Fire On The Mountain
4. Morning Dew>
5. I Know You Rider
6. E: Box Of Rain

The Band:
Phil Lesh (bass, vocals)
Joan Osborne (vocals)
Larry Campbell (guitar+)
Rob Barraco (keys, vocals)
Barry Sless (guitar, pedal steel)
Jeff Sipe (drums)

[laughingwillow]

Talk about a blast from the past....

This was my second dead show. I didn't think anything could top the wierdness of the first one, but it might have happened real early in the first set of this show at Alpine Valley. The boyz had barely made it through the first song of the evening when a crazed, hairy and completely naked hippie landed in our midst  on his way down the hill, pulling up short and pointing to his exposed crotch. "Red pubes," he said, almost as much a question as statement of fact. Then his eyes got big and he turned and burned toward the stage at the bottom of the hill, security forces close behind, but losing ground as far as I could tell..... About then, Bobby makee it to the verse in Ain't Superstitious" where he askes to be met at the bottom of the hill with his running shoes and it all makes sense in the strangest way..... hahahahaha


http://www.archive.org/details/gd85-06- ... sbeok.shnf

[JRL]

Red pubes, heeheee! There truely is nothing like a GD show.

[JRL]

GD 10/22/67

[laughingwillow]

10-22-67..... Yikes and yeow!

Tanks...

lw

[JRL]

Great show, no?  And what about the Other Verses?

[laughingwillow]

Interesting hearing the added verses to the Other One. Prolly too personal for Weir to do it that way day in, maybe.

That show is a great example of their early raw energy, imo. But I prefer later eras when the boyz slow things down a bit, spread out and seem to get it under a little more control....

lw