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

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Cobo Show A Go: Whoa!

There are no words for this 10/3/76 Cobo Hall second set; I’m not even going to try. I’m certainly not going to give any credit to Mr Completely for mentioning it, nor to Billy_Bongs (whose name I would goof on were it not for the fact that I think I’d really enjoy spending the afternoon at Billy fucking Bongs’ place, so he gets an official Silly Internet Pass from TotD) , who is from Reddit, which is a website that is masculine and hyper-fucking-aware of it. The Dead sub is a fun place to keep up on stuff and where I am not allowed to be a moderator due to my becoming drunk with the smallest amount of power a human can wield when I was made a moderator and everyone calling me a dick.

Every day, Billy_Bongs gathers up links to the shows that were played on that day and highlights one: it’s a rather nice thing to do; today’s was this one and I’ll leave you with this: China Cat tease in the NFA, which is in a bitchin’ Detroit Disco Dancin’ sandwich. Eat my tasty sandwich. Click on it: taste what I made for you.

Stop it.

I need some fresh air, but mostly I need to stop talking about this show and listen to it. Just listen.

Record Shmecord

Terrapin Station is majestic. Its lineage, probably, is the Weather Report Suite, but it also resembles in its twists and turns the early songs, with their crudely welded-together bits (Looking at you, New Potato Caboose.) Not Terrapin: each section flows logically from the previous theme, like a an elegantly proven math equation. It slaloms like whatever louche aristo is the skiing champion this year. It requires finesse and exquisite timing to pull it off; some nights they had neither. But when they did it was the emotional highlight of any show. It is a grand entry into the canon.

Terrapin Station, a bit less. This was the album wherein, no longer able to generate drug addicts in-house, were forced to draft a drug addict from another band. They also tried to trade Keith for a speed freak and an alcoholic to be named later, but the deal fell through.

Terrapin Station was produced by Lowell George from Little Feat Keith Olsen, as much as anyone can produce the Grateful Dead. He tried to erase a percussion track of Mickey’s, and if you’ve been a loyal reader of this blog, you’ll know what happened next: everybody’s favorite fun game, Mickey Physically Assaults Business Associates. None of their records were any good. Common knowledge.

So: we can either spend 400 more words mocking In the Dark, or we can check out Phil (with GREAT HAIR!) leading the way through a 1972 China>Rider in some city that had been occupied by Nazis within the decade.

Good choice:

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Addendum: In the comments below, a Fellow Enthusiast points out that I originally conflated Lowell George, who was actually the producer for Shakedown Street with Keith Olsen, the true producer of Terrapin Station. This commenter is correct and wins a year’s supply of  “Brent Mydland’s Silky!” The hair products for men with silky hair. Keep it Silky, boys!