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

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FAQ (The ‘A’ Is For ‘Aoxomoxoa’)

What’s up with Donna? Why does she sing out-of-tune? – Phineas Phakenamington, Philadelphia, PA

What’s up with your mother? And her vagina, which displays a stunning lack of forethought as to its door policy?  Everyone is allowed in there and fights break out; the sheriffs get called all the time. Once, there was an outbreak of Legionnaires’s Disease that was found to have your mother’s vagina as the vector; that’s right, Mr. Phakename: people were Caribbean cruising on your mother’s vagina. Plus, she looks like your balls smell, also:  your father’s dreams continue to go unrealized. Unless he’s no longer with us, in which case you have my condolences: I’m truly sorry for your loss.

Maybe she sings out of tune because the human throat–unlike, say, a guitar–is an imprecise instrument. It lacks any output jack; it is an acoustic instrument that has been miked and when that is matched against, for example, a gaggle of ripped-to-the-tits nitwits who have built a wall to make their sound, it is difficult to intonate precisely,

PLUS, we must have consistency: yes, poorly-intonated playing is dreadful. I agree, and I agree across the board. So, if you’re getting mad that Mrs. Donna Jean–a Grateful Dead member–was out-of-tune and haven’t been outraged for years about Big Chief Second Helpings, then I’m looking at you with askance, you perpetuator of the patriarchy. For all of Garcia’s bad qualities, which have been catalogued in numerous well-shoplifted books, his attitude of “good enough” towards all of his strings tonally agreeing with both one another and the rest of the band was possibly the most annoying. Well, maybe the accidentally burning down structures.

How do you pronounce “Godchaux”? – Keith G., Palo Alto, CA  

Her-NAN-dez

What exactly is a new potato caboose?  – Abandoning  Thenamebit, Duetobored, OM

Something Phil used to do to groupies. Remember Zeppelin’s Mud Shark Incident? Like that, but with a Gaelic twist.

Really?

No, of course not: that’s not something a human would to do to another! It strains the bonds of decency and taints every piece of beauty on the earth. To know that somewhere, sometime, someone did this to someone else…if you knew it to be true, you would puke your brain straight of your ass. No human being is capable of this kind of horror.

Billy did it, not Phil.

What are the Dead really like?

Well, in the statistical aggregate, they’re around 41% deceased. Individually, I have no idea.

Are any of the stories captures so piquantly on these bloggings actually true.

For certain valuations of ‘true’, yes.

Why didn’t they play Ripple more?

Because it was just too pretty. Ripple was so pretty that Bobby kept demanding anal from it.

Slow Down, You Move Too Fast

GODS ABOVE, do I love being wrong and fuckaduck, I should be at least inured to it by now, but sometimes my mistakes and misconceptions decide to destroy me with kindness, like when my long-held prejudice against ’76 was cured–a MIRACLE my brothers and sisters!–by this molasses-slow Peggy-O from Chicago’s Auditorium Theater on 6/29/76. Fist off, it’s listed as Mama Tried on the Archive, and second, Garcia’s a little out-of-tune, but SO WHAT, YOU BOW DOWN AND RUB HIS SWOLLEN ANKLES, PEASANT. He’s just killing it and there are eons–milllllllllennia–between beats. It drips over you like Billy’s lotion; it pools to fill every crevice; it is pristine and then, holy shit, it’s Mission in the Rain.

They only played it three times. Or five times, depending on whether you believe this sentence or the one previous. Garcia and Mrs. Donna Jean sing about whores and loss while the band swings behind them, then she duets with Bobby on a gorgeous Looks Like Rain that finds some astounding work from all of them, most of all Billy playing the thunder implicit in the song’s title. It’s transcendent and resplendent and other words, so many other words I can’t be bothered to type right now.

And then they tune up for, like, seven minutes.

This might be the rarest of all birds: a DONNA SHOW. Listen to her wee-hoo-hoo! during the verses of Lazy Lightning, melding her voice with Garcia’s (who was always a Galaxy-Class backup singer) for the “Myyy liiiight-nin’ tooooo!”

I didn’t see how before how hypnotic the Slow Dead could be–it’s not a dirge, it’s hypnosis.

Check this one out, if not for yourself, then for the Turks.

P.S. Great googly-mooglies, you must listen to the Playin’>Space Jam>The Wheel>Playin’ Reprise. One of these days, you’re gonna be dead, so liste to this right now. IGNORE YOUR CHILDREN AND LISTEN TO THIS IMPROVISATIONAL COUNTRY-ROCK PERFORMANCE.

Winter Is Going

A detailed analysis of minutes 11.45-40.30 of The Closing of Winterland (See previous post). We’ll talk about Bobby’s glasses later, I assure you.

11.45  What the fuck, Phil?

12.33  Donna thought it was the Halloween gig and came dressed as a woman ripped to the gills in an awful dress.

13.15  LISTEN TO FUCKING DONNA: SHE HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL.

14.20  …but she should probably knock it off kinda soon.

16.00  What the sweet potato pie is Garcia doing? Oh my god, I’ve seen that before: that’s MOVING. GARCIA IS FUCKING MOVING. He is no longer in precisely the same spot Parrish duct-taped him to an hour earlier.

17.25, Oh, Mickey, why?

18.50  Garcia is two seconds away from twirling the guitar around his body while Angus Younging across the stage to emotionally bully Bobby. There is only one word, fellow Enthusiasts, for what is going on right now: rock star. Shut up. 

21.40  Mickey is wearing a Dead shirt because of course he is.

22.26  Mickey is just terrifying.

22.48  Mickey just drum-fucked us all with his eyes and mustache, but mostly mustache. 

23.29  We will get to the glasses, Bobby.

24.00  We’re all thinking the same thing, but let’s have some respect, ok.

24.30  Except i cant stop looking at them–oh, thank god, a wide shot.

26.30  Garcia has gone loopy. Now, I know he’s Jerry Fucking Garcia, man…but isn’t anyone else in this band? A certain dickpunching manager of the caddies at Bushwood? Mm, Danny? (You just read that in his voice, didn’t you? Predictable.)

13.05  There he is! Hey, Billy! What’s with the hair, Billy?

32.50  Bill Graham! 

33.15  Sometimes i like it when Bobby talks. Sometimes.

37.10  There’s Phil aaaaaand no more Phil. 

37.44  Keith exists!

40.30  I’ve decided I don’t want to discuss Bobby’s glasses.

 

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