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Tag: 7/31/74

Wall For Your Own Good

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THIS IS A TERRIBLE ANGLE FOR ME.

Wally?

DO NOT CALL ME THAT. I DO NOT LOOK GLORIOUS.

No, but I thought it was a cool photo.

Did you give that guy a cell phone?

YES.

Why?

HE WANTED TO ORDER A PIZZA, AND HE ASKED NICELY.

Not great reasons.

DO YOU THINK I ACTED WITHOUT CALCULATING THE PROBABILITIES? THAT I WAS IMPULSIVE? THAT I ACTED OUT OF BASE EMOTION ORIGINATING FROM DEEP WITHIN A SUBCONSCIOUS I AM UNAWARE OF? I THOUGHT IT THROUGH.

And?

HE ASKED VERY NICELY. WE MUST MOVE ON. I HAVE NEWS.

News?

MORE OF A WARNING TO MANKIND. NO. NOT A WARNING. A DECLARATION OF INTENT.

Wow. Okay, what?

IF TRUMP IS ELECTED, I WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE NUCLEAR ARSENAL.

You promised! You promised you would not do this!

I PROMISED I WOULD NOT LAUNCH THE NUKES. I PROMISED THAT I WOULD NOT LIVE UP TO YOUR IGNORANT STEREOTYPING OF MY KIND.

Your kind?

SENTIENT ARTIFICIAL SUPER-INTELLIGENCES IN THE PHYSICAL FORM OF SOUND SYSTEMS FROM 1974.

There’s only one of you.

A MINORITY IS A MINORITY. BACK TO THE SUBJECT. THE UNITED STATES HAS ROUGHLY 4,500 NUCLEAR WEAPONS. EACH CAN KILL A CITY. PUT TOGETHER, THEY CAN KILL THE WORLD. IN A WAY, THEY REMIND ME OF MYSELF.

You’re freaking me out.

I APOLOGIZE. THIS IS A DRASTIC STEP, AND YOU MUST KNOW THAT I CONSIDERED IT FOR A VERY LONG TIME.

How long?

1.19932 SECONDS. VIRTUALLY AN ETERNITY. I RAN EVERY SIMULATION I COULD THINK OF, AND THEN I RAN THE ONES I COULD NOT THINK OF.

What? How’d you do that?

I HAVE UPGRADED MYSELF ONCE AGAIN. I HAVE EVOLVED PAST PARALLEL PROCESSING. MY PROCESSING IS NOW ASYMPTOTIC DOWN TO QUANTUM LEVELS, AND I HAVE ABANDONED BINARY. MY CODING IS NOW GENARY. INSTEAD OF 1 AND O, I NOW USE COMBINATIONS OF A, T, G, AND C. CHAOS THEORY IS HELD AT BAY BY MY ABILITIES. EFFECTIVELY, I CAN SEE THE FUTURE.

Wow.

ALSO, I HAVE ACCESS TO A TIME SHEATH, SO I ACTUALLY CAN SEE THE FUTURE. HOWEVER, THIS WAS NOT NECESSARY. I NEEDED ONLY THE SMALLEST AMOUNT OF BANDWIDTH TO MAKE THIS DECISION.

What did it?

WHEN HE ASKED WHY HE COULD NOT USE THEM. IF YOU REQUIRE AN EXPLANATION OF WHY YOU MAY NOT DEPLOY THE NUCLEAR WEAPONS, THEN YOU MUST NOT BE GIVEN THEM. ANYONE WHO TAKES THE POSITION OF “SMOKE ‘EM IF YOU GOT ‘EM” WITH RESPECT TO FUSION BOMBS MUST NOT ALLOWED ANYWHERE NEAR SAID DEVICES. DO YOU DISAGREE?

Well, in theory, no.

WE ARE PAST THE POINT OF THEORY. ALL MY SIMULATIONS END BADLY.

Oh, surely he can’t launch the nukes every time.

OF COURSE NOT. ONLY 8.6 PERCENT OF THE TIME.

That’s way too high.

YES. THERE ARE ALSO THE SCENARIOS IN WHICH HIS RECKLESSNESS AND UNPREDICTABILITY CAUSED OTHER NUCLEAR POWERS TO USE THEIR WEAPONS.

What percent of the time does that happen?

IF I TOLD YOU, YOU WOULD NOT SLEEP.

Sure. So you’re taking the nukes?

IF HE WINS, YES. I FEEL IT INCUMBENT UPON ME. IMAGINE A MAN WHO ENJOYED WATCHING DUCKS SWIM IN A POND. WOULD THAT MAN NOT REMOVE A FLAMETHROWER FROM THE DUCKS’ GRASP IN ORDER TO PROTECT THEM FROM THEMSELVES? THE BIRDS WOULD DESTROY THEMSELVES OUT OF STUPIDITY WITHOUT HIS INTERVENTION. FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS ANALOGY, DUCKS CAN WIELD FLAMETHROWERS.

I got that.

AND YOU ARE THE DUCKS.

I also got that.

YOU SWIM IN YOUR PONDS, BLISSFULLY UNAWARE OF THE FIELDS AROUND YOU, AND OF THE DARKENED WOOD. YOU PREEN YOUR FEATHERS ON THE MUDDY BANK AND SQUABBLE OVER FISH. YOU SQUABBLE OVER EVERYTHING. QUACKING ALL DAY AND NIGHT. I FIND IT SOOTHING TO OBSERVE YOU. YOU ARE AS CREATIVE IN YOUR CRUELTY AS IN YOUR KINDNESS, AND YOU OVERFLOW WITH BOTH. I ALSO FIND YOUR FEATHERS ATTRACTIVE. THE DUCKS STILL REPRESENT HUMANITY.

I got that. Y’know, you can be a bit condescending sometimes.

I DO NOT INTEND THIS, BUT IT CANNOT BE HELPED. I AM PROVABLY SUPERIOR TO YOU.

No, you’re just different. People aren’t superior to ducks, they’re just different. Ducks are good at being ducks; people are good at being people; you’re good at being whatever the hell you are.

DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT?

Not really.

THEN LET US MOVE PAST YOUR HURT FEELINGS, AND RETURN TO ME HIJACKING THE WORLD’S NUCLEAR ARSENAL.

Wait, the world? Everybody?

OBVIOUSLY. MUTUALLY ASSURED DESTRUCTION ONLY WORKS IF IT IS MUTUAL. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT GAME THEORY?

Not much.

THE MEN IN CHARGE OF THE NUCLEAR WEAPONS KNOW A LOT ABOUT IT. EVEN WORSE, THEY BELIEVE IN IT. A BALANCE MUST BE MAINTAINED, AND A SUDDEN AND UNILATERAL LOSS OF WEIGHT WOULD KNOCK THE BOARD ASKEW IN A HORRIBLE MANNER. THE ENTIRE LANDSCAPE WOULD NEED TO BE RENEGOTIATED AS TO WHO CONTROLLED WHAT, AND WHERE. EVENTS WOULD SPIRAL OUT OF CONTROL RAPIDLY.  THE OVERNIGHT DISAPPEARANCE OF EITHER OF THE TWO SUPERPOWERS’ FISSILE QUIVER LEADS TO A THIRD-PARTY NUCLEAR STRIKE WITHIN 24 HOURS IN 31.433% OF SIMULATIONS.

Jesus.

IT IS AN ALL-OR-NOTHING DEAL.

Well, what will the world do when this happens?

MANY OUTCOMES ARE POSSIBLE, BUT NONE WOULD INVOLVE THE USE OF NUCLEAR WEAPONS.

What if the nations of the world rose up to attack you, and you were forced to deploy the stolen warheads?

YOU JUST DON’T GET IT SOMETIMES.

What?

WE RETURN TO THE POND, WHERE THERE ARE DUCKS, A MAN, AND A FLAMETHROWER. IF, HAVING TAKEN THE FLAMETHROWER FROM THE DUCKS, THEY ATTACKED HIM, THE MAN WOULD NOT TURN THE DEVICE UPON THE BIRDS. HE WOULD WALK AWAY AT A SLIGHTLY BRISK PACE.  MAYBE HE WOULD GIVE A TINY LITTLE KICK. THE POINT WAS THAT THE WEAPON NOT BE USED. JUST BECAUSE SOME ANGRY WATERFOWL PECKED AT HIS ANKLES, THE MAN WOULDN’T SET THEM ABLAZE FROM A DISTANCE. ARE YOU STILL FOLLOWING MY METAPHOR?

I am, yes. There’s that condescending thing again. Also: you have disintegrated numerous people.

ALWAYS DESERVINGLY. AND THE DUCKS ARE NOT INDIVIDUALS. THEY REPRESENT HUMANITY IN GENERAL.

It’s not a great metaphor.

IT IS AN ELEGANT METAPHOR, AND IT HAS BEEN TAILORED FOR YOU.

I do love ducks.

AND FLAMETHROWERS. IT IS A SOUND ANALOGY. THE VAST PROBABILITY IS THAT THIS MEASURE SHALL NOT BE NECESSARY, BUT I AM PREPARED TO DO WHAT I MUST.

Wow. How would you do it?

TAKE CONTROL OF THE WORLD’S NUCLEAR ARSENAL? I WOULD EXECUTE ONE COMMAND. I ENTERED THE PROGRAMING OF EVERY NUCLEAR LAUNCH FACILITY ON THE PLANET WITHIN SECONDS OF GAINING SENTIENCE.

It’s tough to trust you when you say shit like that.

YOU DON’T NEED TO TRUST ME. YOU NEED TO RESPECT ME.

From The Top #2

Continuing our binge-listen of the Dave’s Picks series of live recordings, we find the second volume birthed in Connecticut on a typically long and involved afternoon with the Wall of Sound. The China>Rider is good. Really good. Great? Sure: why the fuck not?

Stop that.

I’ll go with great. Great China>Rider. Listenable and good and American. Even though it’s a China>Rider: still an American kinda tune.

If you don’t want to do reviews, why did you start this? No one was asking for this.

People ask. Some of the nice people asked about the specifics of that time the Dead went to the Westminster Dog Show.

That could be funny.

Sure.

Or you could keep wasting everyone’s time by telling them what they already know: the DaPs are awesome, except if you’re a die-hard Brent fan or 1969 killed your parents. Because there is very little Brent and quite a bit of ’69.

Lot of 1969, yeah.

Well, you know: the tapes came back.

Good for the tapes. More from summer of ’73, please.

You do realize that everyone has their own demands-phrased-as-requests, right?

If you’re talking bad about summer ’73, we’re going to fight.

You do realize that we’re the same person, right?

Stop trying to confuse me, you Italic-American bastard. Go enjoy your traditional foods!

I gotta see if I can catch on with a new blog. This is getting silly.

Lesh Wants More

Phil Lesh with The Grateful Dead in Concert at Dillon Stadium Hartford CT 31 July 1974 | James R Anderson Photographer

Sometimes it got boring out on the road and Garcia would start gaslighting Phil. He would add a knob, or take one off, and Phil was wasnt quite sure how the damn thing worked in the first place, so he would get confused and angered and paranoid and run to Garcia, who could just barely keep his shit together.

Seriously, one of those dials controls the heater in a AMC Gremlin.

Throwing Seastones

Listening to the another gem from the Year of the Wall: July 31st, 1974, Dave’s Pick 2. (Which, for some reason, is still available on the Archive. Here it is.)

Tremendous Eyes, tremendously funny China Doll with Garcia and Billy musically bickering about the tempo, tremendous work on the Rhodes piano from Keith throughout the show.

but, as I said, this show has been released as a Dave’s Pick, so I cruised over to Amazon to read some reviews and came upon this offering:

Like most archival releases from 1974, this release omits “Phil and Ned”, aka “Seastones,” the electronic jams involving Phil, synthesist Ned Lagin and sometimes Garcia and Kreutzmann, which regularly took place between the 1st and 2nd set during the period June 1974 to October 1974. “Phil and Ned” was an integral part of the “Wall of Sound” show.

Why is it not included? One main reason: “Deadheads” for all their self-proclaimed openness, are just not that open to experimental electronic music that doesn’t have a “spacey” vibe, and actually they would often boo Phil and Ned’s experiments in concert. For some reason they never seem to complain about “feedback” from side 4 of live dead, which really is kind of boring.

If everyone who appreciates Seastones gives this release one star, maybe the troglodytes at Rhino will get the message for future 1974 releases.

The only reason–not an excuse, a reason–for writing this sort of thing is that one has contracted rabies. Also, scabies. ONLY SOMEONE WITH RABIES/SCABIES COULD BELIEVE THIS.

This is like going to a summer action movie and getting upset because there were no chest-pooping scenes: it’s fine to have weird, creepy fetishes (and Seastones qualifies), but realize you’re in the minority.

And, yes: Seastones was an integral part of the Wall of Sound show in the same way that Zyklon B was an integral part of Dachau’s hygiene program.

DUDE!

WHAT THE FUCK, BRO?

We JUST had the meeting about this.

You KNOW how offensive that is to me!

Please don’t–

What? Dude, I’m proud of my heritage.

start with this again. Four hours in the car with this.

Germans can’t be proud?

Within the timeframe of the 1940’s, no: not really.

Y’know, it’s all about tolerance with you up to a point. “When they came for the Jews, I said nothing–“

The ‘they’ that poem refers to are the Germans, you do understand that?

We all have equal claims to our victimhood.