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

Tag: 4/22/77

Dead & Company To The Core

Let’s have a post that burnishes–rather than tarnishes–the fine name of a semi-defuct choogly-type band full of violent dipsomaniacs and leering ephebophiles, shall we?

Playing in the Band is not what 1977 was known for, but this one from 4/22 at the Spectrum is a HoF version that gets spooky-scary in the middle and then transitions into Scarlet Begonias as if that’s a thing.

They just do it like it’s a thing.*

Then right when they drop down into Fire on the Mountain, Mrs. Donna Jean does that adorable thing where she punctuates the first beat of the riff with a cheerful yelp of “FIRE.

*They do not do this, as it is not a thing. Playing is the last song of the first set, and Scar>Fire begins the second set. That’s a thing, not the thing I thought was a thing. My mind wandered and upon its return decided that a transition that made no sense and would surely be famous if it had happened and that I was the first one to discover had happened.

TotD regrets the error. Still a phenomenal show you should be listening to right now.

Dead Freaks Unite

Quick question followed by hysterical rantings, accusations of treachery, cries of poverty (abject, moral, financial), and threats of reprisal.

Why not crowd-source the next Dead release? Put the 6 or 8 shows being decided among online and let the Enthusiasts decide. Why wasn’t that part of the Grateful Dead Game, that feculent folly? Someone explain that thing to me or I’m going to have one of my little fits and we can’t have the couch cleaned again: it’s more duct tape than sofa now.

Here’s my vote for the next one, pulled from a well renowned for its sweetness and goblins, but in fact all the more worthy because of its brethren: to listen to any show from Spring ’77 is to demand comparison and 4/22/77 at The Spectrum in Philly more than holds it own against any comers. The Peggy-O is the equal of the vaunted 5/7; the Scarlet>Fire might be better than 5/8.

P.S. The Scarlet>Fire is better, just objectively better. Don’t argue with me and go eat some fiber. And, hey: if you like what I’m doing, then wave the flag, huh?

P.P.S. Listen to Keith during the Dancing jam at 7:45: he hits these beautifully dissonant chords with the Hammond, which he uses quite a bit this show, but then he starts playing like a child, a drunken hairy child prone to smacking people, doing smack, smacking smack, and occasionally shoplifting. EDIT: There is no evidence whatsoever that Keith was a shoplifter. The smack, yes, but we have every reason to believe Keith paid for his candy bars.

Thereafter, Keith goes back to the piano to play some of the most gorgeous lines he’s ever laid down (you jive turkey) as if to reinforce his point.

P.P.P.S. They have, collectively, taken this show out back and beaten the living shit of it. BEST SHOW EVER! You stop that, you big bully.