Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
“Hey, which one of us is most unpleasant to look at?”
“Keith.”
“Great, put him center stage.”
OR
I’m pretty sure this is a composite photo, but it is a fact that there was a lunar eclipse during the Dead’s last of three shows in Egypt. This picture could be categorized as a recreation, I guess, like on those true crime shows that ladies all like.
Here’s what’s on Garcia’s mind: Oh, good–five more drummers. Just what we need.
Listening to 9/16/78: the last night in Egypt, the total eclipse show, the good one, the high one, the one with the Olin Arageed>FOTM. It is mystical and historical and spiritual and FUCK are they dragging ass on this one.
Garcia’s having a great night, guitar-wise, no matter what physical shape he was in (according to every single book written about him) and Keith’s piano, so famously out-of-tune that it precluded a major-label release of the show, doesn’t sound that bad.
But it doesn’t, except for a few moments, have much spark to it. It’s the sound of six jet-lagged men (and Mrs. Donna Jean) who were in shaky health to begin with.
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