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O Ye Of Little Help

It’s Rambler Room Day, everybody, and that’s the funkiest fake holiday there is, even moreso than Rex Manning Day. BUT, Enthusiasts, you have all let me down. We have a crisp SBD and acceptable AUDs from the show, and a good handful of pictures–more than exist of, say, the Great American Music Hall show that became One From The Vault–but we lack the most important prize from this impromptu performance: a reason. To date, no sufficient answer has emerged to a simple question:

Why the fuck did this show happen?

Every other accidental gig can be explained. The OOPS concert in ’81 took place because Garcia and Bobby had played a few acoustic tunes at the Melkweg and convinced the rest of the band to return to Amsterdam with them on a day off. The acoustic set at the Mill Valley Community Center in 1980 was due to Justin Kreutzmann’s friendship with a kid that hung out there; besides, the Dead were in the middle of their Warfield/Radio City residencies and were therefore in acoustic mode. But this was 1978, which means the band hadn’t done any non-electric performances in eight years AND they were in Chicago, so it wasn’t a locals-helping-locals type deal. Again I ask:

Why the fuck did this show happen?

  • Was Bobby banging/trying to bang a Loyolita?
  • Was everyone so desperate to get away from Keith and Mrs. Donna Jean’s fussin’ and a-fuedin’ that they walked into the first student union they saw and started bashing out Everly Brothers tunes?
  • Uhh…
  • Hm.
  • I got nothing else.

Enthusiasts, someone must know. And if someone doesn’t know, then someone must be visiting Terrapin Crossroads soon and should demand Phil resolve this incredibly important conundrum.

 

Picture stolen from the great Jesse Jarnow, whose book, Wasn’t That a Time: The Weavers, the Blacklist, and the Battle for the Soul of America, is available at Amazon, and at your local bookshop (assuming it still exists).

 

Ramble On

In honor of Loyola-Chicago’s wins in the basketball tournament, TotD presents for your (re)listening pleasure: the weirdo acoustic set from the Loyola Rambler Room (which was what they called their Student Union at the time). Billy, Keith, and Mrs. Donna Jean didn’t show up, so it’s not technically a “Dead show,” but it’s Garcia and Bobby pickin’ and grinnin’ and harmonizin’, and that’s all right by me.

Highlights include This Time Forever from Bobby’s solo record, a giggly version of Big Boy Pete, and the funnest Oh Boy you’ll ever hear.

The Real Pride Of Cucamonga

phil seated fender

Another in a series of photos of our boys with borrowed guitars, this one’s a little more easily identifiable than the last: this is from that weirdo benefit at the Rambler Room at Loyola on 11/17/78, which I’ve linked to before, but there’s no such thing as too much Acoustic Dead.

Eagle-eyed Enthusiasts will note Phil’s trousers, which he stole from Stevie Wonder. One might also note that this picture might have been snapped by either a pervert or a german Shepard or a perverted German Shepherd: rarely does a photographer not named Mapplethorpe make “crotch” both the intellectual subject and the visual vanishing point of a shot.

Up Pulled A Cadillac

jerry bobby phil rambler room

Here’s a weirdo show for a weirdo day: the Rambler Room on 11/17/78.  I can barely figure this one out, and the internet is no help: some folks say this was a Bob Weir Band show, but the Dead are on tour (they play great shows at the Uptown Theater the nights before and after this.) Bobby wouldn’t have a solo tour co-booked with the Dead, so they probably just called themselves “The Bob Weir Band” because promoters get cranky when you play a surprise show in the same city where they’ve engaged you for the weekend.

Was this a favor? Was Bobby trying to get laid? He was Bobby, for fuck’s sake: surely this was too much effort, even for a college girl–he was a rock star, after all, and there were so many young women who wanted to sleep with rock stars that a special name had to be thought up for them.

Billy’s not there, but that doesn’t really matter: Acoustic Dead was always only Garcia and Bobby and Phil standing in the back with the treble on his bass turned all the way down.

It’s a fun show: Garcia sings Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door, even imploring the small, but friendly, crowd to sing along. Great high harmonies from Bobby, who acquits himself with his slide when not permitted by the design of the guitar to place the thing all the way up the neck to make screechy noises.

It’s a homey show: you know they sent Parrish to steal the stools from the student union cafe ten minutes before the set.

PLUS a great Big Boy Pete, complete with goofy back-and-forth between Bobby and Garcia and you can hear the smiles on their faces.