You’ve all heard the edited highlights from this show on Dick’s Picks 1, but the rest of the show is some killer early-Keith choogle: as always, pay special attention to the Cumberland.
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Tag: 1971 (Page 4 of 6)
Hey, Garcia. Nice sneakers.
“Mountain Girl got ’em for me. They’re comfy.”
Any method to the amp placement?
“God, no.”
Figured.
“So, can I be a Chinese teenager?”
No.
“Paraguayan golfer?
Uh-uh.
“Can I be Steve McQueen?”
You wish.
“That’s why I’m asking.”
You can’t.
“I’d like to be a Singapore Sling.”
That’s a cocktail.
“Then I could make someone very happy when they drank me up.”
…
How high are you?
“Keith’s-first-show high.”
Damn.
“Yeah.”
On and off for most of ’71, Garcia was sepia.
It’s like they were in four different bands.
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The Dead’s only Maine gig for a decade or so, 4/22/71 in Bangor, is just okay. Right up front, this one ain’t as good as the next week’s Fillmore run, although what coud be? A bit short, a ton ragged, but mostly right with a good Hard to Handle that never quite takes off, and a damn fine Good Lovin’ containing a tiny and mutated Mind Left Body Jam.
Also, Bobby finds a kid’s car keys.
Read the great post over at Lost Live Dead while listening to the show: good way to spend an evening. Licking things off Emma Stone: far, far, far better way to spend an evening/
“Oui, Monsieur Garcia. How you say, Le Muppet Complet?” – in Herouville, France, April of ’71.
I need someone to tell me why Phil is fellating the microphone.
Usually,Garcia was self-effacing and happy to be part of the team, but sometimes he would slip the light guy a twenty and tell him “not so much Bobby, huh?”
And those nights, Garcia was the prettiest girl at the dance.
No one remembered just what is was that got Phil into Time Out, but everyone agreed that he should stay there for the rest of the set.
Presented without comment: the Summer of ’71.
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