Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Hunker, Dammit!

Hope all you rootin’-tootin’, six-gun shootin’, frown-on-pollutin’ Enthusiasts from Texas are getting by. If you’re stuck inside and looking for something to read, here’s some great history from Lost Live Dead about the Dead’s relationship with the Lone Star State.

And if you need something to listen to, try this: 11/23/73 from El Paso County Coliseum, where–shockingly–they actually played El Paso. Other songs are performed, as well. (I have no memory of this particular show, tho I’m sure I must have listened to it a few times. But it’s a ’73, and you know what they say about ’73.)

My Valentine’s Day Gift To You

This is Bob Seger (and his Silver Bullet Band) live at Cobo Hall on 6/15/80.

This is not Bob Seger (or his Silver Bullet Band), but don’t hold that against it.

LISTEN TO THIS SHIT.

TRUST ME.

This is a YouTube-to-MP3 ripper that’s been working well for me, and it’s free. The file gets added to your computer as one big chunk instead of as individual tracks, but I mostly use it for live shows, and you’re supposed to listen to the whole damn thing.

Hooterollin’ And Rockin’ And Researchin’

New Hooterollin’! Is my body breaking down in new and exciting ways? Yes! But there’s new Hooterollin’. Are some of the emergent nightmares far too disgusting to even mention in mixed company? Yes! But there’s new Hooterollin’. Am I living through the second act of a David Cronenberg film? Yes! But there’s new Hooterollin’.

Did you know that Bobby–in addition to being a guitarist, singer, and cowboy–was a record producer? I did not, and I know a lot of stuff about Bobby. Luckily, Corry has abandoned the tenets of Without Research to, you know, look shit up and thus enlighten all with this ribald* tale of a Grateful Dead and one of the guys who wrote Mississippi Queen. Why are you still here? Go read something that makes sense.

And if you need something to listen to…

Here’s the Dead’s set from 4/9/70 at the Fillmore West.

And here’s Mr. Davis and the Lost Quintet (featuring Chick Corea on the Fender Rhodes):

 

 

*There is no ribaldry whatsoever in this tale. Everyone keeps it in his or her pants at all times.

RIP Chick

1969 was the Lost Quintet, so-called because the five musicians–Mr. Davis, Chick Corea, Jack DeJohnette, Dave Holland, and Wayne Shorter–never made a studio recording. Chick joined up in September of ’68, and was dragooned into playing the electric Fender Rhodes piano against his will.

Redundant.

FUCK OFF.

“Dragooned” implies that it’s against one’s will. 

I said “fuck off.” I yelled it, as a matter of fact.

Welp.

Yeah, huh?

Got anything else rattling around up there?

Not even the beginning of a thought.

Call it?

Sure. How about another pic of Chick?

Do it, pal.

That was nice.

Yeah.

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