My favorite part of a Dead tape is the very beginning, the first half of the opening song, Bertha, Promised Land, whichever rocker they eased into the evening with. The drums come up and down, and the guitars come in and out; Phil is nowhere to be seen and then THERE HE IS, and sometimes it’s just the piano and the vocal. By the end of the song, the mix has settled in.
But for a minute, it sounds like the tape is just trying to get its head together, so it can go into the show.
I recently said, “I’m just trying to get my head together so I can go into the show,” and Martin swiftly reminded me that it’s “space” not “head.”
Our version is better than the actual line.
Agreed.