A show, Enthusiasts, a show for you; I haven’t done a recommendation in a while; they vex me so. Nothing new to say, all the superlative adjectives rubbed raw and bloodied by overuse: titanic, face-melting, lumbago-inducing. We get it: the Morning Dew was well-played.
There is no Morning Dew on 6/17/75 from Winterland, but if there had been, it would have shattered your pelvis and then touched your grandma. There is the first EVAR Help>Slip>Frank, and I enjoy that sequence of songs more than almost anything else. If a strange human and Help>Slip>Frank were both drowning in a lake, I would save H>S>F.
There is also one of only four performances of Blues For Allah, which they may or may not have played because they hadn’t relearned enough of the old songs yet.
A hiatus from the hiatus. (By the way hiatus sounds like a terrible illness… “uh oh, Uncle Murray’s got the hiatus”).
75 was a very good year for music!
Let us not forget the Peggy-O from that Bob Fried benefit.