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Tag: 11/23/79

Furthur Tales Of That Time Phil Was Fatter Than Garcia

Why 11/23/79 from Golden Hall in San Diego?

Because I am listening to it.

Is it a highlight of the tour?

Not at all.

Is it representative of the tour?

Fuck yeah.

How so?

1979 is secretly the wobbliest of all Grateful Dead years.

I’ve heard ’84.

Of course. That’s what they want you to believe.

Who?

They.

Bastards.

Aye.

OR

Just fucking look at Mickey. It’s like cocaine did a line of him.

OR

Does the guy behind the stage that’s facing away from the camera and bending over have a monkey hanging off his back printed on his tee-shirt, or is that an actual monkey clinging to him? If it’s the latter, I am not okay with it. Everyone needs to stop bringing monkeys to Grateful Dead concerts.

OR

Amazing how much Golden Hall in San Diego looks like Red Rocks, isn’t it?

79-And-A-Half Just Won't Do

Here’s a double-play for the evening: an early Brent-era gem recommended by Ministry of Information for the Cascadia Liberation Army Mr. Completely: 11/23/79 from San Diego–specifically a set-ending beginning Music Never Stopped>Sugaree that was so powerful that it temporarily de-stabilized the Deutschmark, the Franc, and the Kroner. (TotD officially misses all the old money.)