"California... preachin' on the burning shore.." Greetings once again from the twilight zone... how to describe the sensation of tripping around this busy city in India while listening to a hot 'Estimated' from '77? It like being in two worlds simultaneously. I've always considered Estimated a great Jerry song.. and the chilling versions from '77-'78 are my favorites... Such great technology we have these days. quatum leap into the future.... listening to shows from the past.. Great moments of musical history, captured on tape.. but try as I might, I can not remember too clearly the time when we used to travel with tapes. Yet for so many years,. tapes are what consumed our life between shows. While visiting a friend recently, I filled up a little box with five hundred gigabytes of music, three hundred and twenty shows. At two tapes a show, that would be six hundred and forty tapes. I was reminiscing about the how, back in the day, I would show up for a week and leave with thirty tapes, and be so psyched. Granted things are a bit different now in the 'digital age'. .. but the music shines through gloriously still .. this 'Eyes" intro so pristine... rythm guitars.. Phil taking the lead. Great lead bassist, Mr. Lesh.. Then Jerry comes in .. right on cue. Hitting those beuatiful notes... So well orchestrated this one is...
For some reason from where I am sitting, the movie that is India takes on a whole new light with this particular soundtrack. "Right outside the lazy gate.. " indeed. I am sitting in the restaurant I eat at every night. A typical roadside affair, with peeling paint on the walls, a corrugated metal roof, mice scurrying about. and the 'kitchen' three steps above the sidewalk, which isn't really a sidewalk at all, merely a place for cars and motorcycles to park, and enough room for cows to walk by, trying to get a spare chapati or two on their way to I don't know where.. They are just part of the multitudes of beings going every which way in this city of four million .
Two Brahma bulls and their calf walk by,, pausing for a chapati,, the owner goes out and throws a handful of water at them to shoe them away. I guess the cows here are like the beggars, there are just too many.. if the owner of the restaurant gave a chapati to every cow that walked by.. well..
Cars, motorcycles, auto rickshaws. bicycles rickshaws. people, cows,, very busy street. The drums pounding in my head, this one is full on. Do I turn it down? Not a chance.. and sure enough, the band comes out and launches into a rockin' 'Samson and Delilah'. Perfect...
................"I won't slave for beggars pay,, likewise gold and jewels..." ..............
appropriate line for Jaipur,, a town full of beggars, gold and jewels. .... this little restaurant has filled up, a family of eight, another of six, I look up to notice they have moved all the tables to accommodate., there are people waiting, so in another world I was/am. Time to go. There are a few restaurants on this street, and a hotel, so it is popular with the beggars, Mostly tribal folk I imagine from the colorful rags they wear. Many barefoot children and woman holding their bare bottomed babies. The traffic is usually so congested here, that the kids go up to car windows. I think one of their favorite lines when they see foreigners is "shampoo" while scratching their heads. They are in need of a bath, that is for sure.. They live in large camps on the back roads, but it is a fine line..I have a friend. a devout Hindu, nice guy with a pure heart, he claims there is plenty of work, but these folk make more money begging..What to do? I give them fruit, a few rupees occasionally, but more often than not, I pull a flute out of my bag and play them the one tune I know, which isn't much of a tune,, just a scale I guess,,, do-do-do-do-do.. do-do-do-do-do... up and down, up and down... I'm getting pretty good at it...
"Ship of fools.. on a cruel sea..". the exact meaning or what this song refers to this song has eluded me.. but I did have one very revealing experience in Eugene in '93, which I think I explained elsewhere...
.. a little tuning (with no hints of...) .... St. Stephen!!!! "Lady finger dipped in moonlight.. writing; 'What for?' across the morning sky..." often as of late I ask myself this question.. but too enraptured by the music to elaborate on the subject..
>>>N.F.A>>>>a perfect way to end the day! A rockin Not Fade Away! I love the old extended Not Fade intros, ..and this one.. again, it's Phil! both guitars just providing the rhythm for Phil to dance upon with his bass... oh, to have been in the Phil zone in the seventies!!! But wait.. how did Bobby and Donna know that Jer was going to sing the first verse of Aiko before seamlessly going into Not Fade Away? Fooled me.. but they used to call me 'Gulliberry" after all...
Ah,, Grateful Dead musings... a way to amuse myself.. or try to find the muse in me... or the muse in the music.. or just an all too welcome respite from the craziness that is India....
Sugar Magnolia.. seems like I praised the glories of ending a show with this song recently, what to say? "Heads all empty... and I don't care!!" yes.. a great cleansing it was .. dancing for hours.. the audience and band giving everything they have to each other,, three to four hours of pure give and take.. to that thin line and beyond.. and back ...
Uncle John's... who could think of a sweeter encore...? Perhaps I am just partial to this song, and I could maybe think of encores as sweet ( 'Bid you goodnight" from Alpine jumps into my head... and brokedown.. and well....) as sweet,, but,, "It's the same story the crow told me,, it's the only one he knows.. like the morning sun you come.. and like the wind you go... ain't no time to hate.. barely time to wait... whoa-oh, what I want to know is.. where does the time go?"
There is one thing I have wondered.. what if any is the connection between U.J.B. and Miss. 1/2 Step; "I live in a silver mine, and I call it beggars tomb.. I got me a violin and I beg you call a tune....." and "...If all you got to live for is what you left behind...get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine..." I would imagine Dead Heads are always finding little connections with the songs such as these.. and the venerable Mr. Hunter must get besieged with such inquiries,.. all such quality prose and poetry being so subjected to such personal reflectuations.. But it does ignite the question stirring inside of me...
"........ How does the Song go?........"
Bobby: "Thank you'all, Good night"
Phil: "..... how sweet it is,,,thank you all, and good night...."
Huckle:.. Time travel? No problem.....
5-15-77 ....Estimated>Eyes>Drums>Samson, Ship of Fools, St. Stephen>Aiko>Not Fade Away>Sugar Mag
E.) Uncle John's Band
For some reason from where I am sitting, the movie that is India takes on a whole new light with this particular soundtrack. "Right outside the lazy gate.. " indeed. I am sitting in the restaurant I eat at every night. A typical roadside affair, with peeling paint on the walls, a corrugated metal roof, mice scurrying about. and the 'kitchen' three steps above the sidewalk, which isn't really a sidewalk at all, merely a place for cars and motorcycles to park, and enough room for cows to walk by, trying to get a spare chapati or two on their way to I don't know where.. They are just part of the multitudes of beings going every which way in this city of four million .
Two Brahma bulls and their calf walk by,, pausing for a chapati,, the owner goes out and throws a handful of water at them to shoe them away. I guess the cows here are like the beggars, there are just too many.. if the owner of the restaurant gave a chapati to every cow that walked by.. well..
Cars, motorcycles, auto rickshaws. bicycles rickshaws. people, cows,, very busy street. The drums pounding in my head, this one is full on. Do I turn it down? Not a chance.. and sure enough, the band comes out and launches into a rockin' 'Samson and Delilah'. Perfect...
................"I won't slave for beggars pay,, likewise gold and jewels..." ..............
appropriate line for Jaipur,, a town full of beggars, gold and jewels. .... this little restaurant has filled up, a family of eight, another of six, I look up to notice they have moved all the tables to accommodate., there are people waiting, so in another world I was/am. Time to go. There are a few restaurants on this street, and a hotel, so it is popular with the beggars, Mostly tribal folk I imagine from the colorful rags they wear. Many barefoot children and woman holding their bare bottomed babies. The traffic is usually so congested here, that the kids go up to car windows. I think one of their favorite lines when they see foreigners is "shampoo" while scratching their heads. They are in need of a bath, that is for sure.. They live in large camps on the back roads, but it is a fine line..I have a friend. a devout Hindu, nice guy with a pure heart, he claims there is plenty of work, but these folk make more money begging..What to do? I give them fruit, a few rupees occasionally, but more often than not, I pull a flute out of my bag and play them the one tune I know, which isn't much of a tune,, just a scale I guess,,, do-do-do-do-do.. do-do-do-do-do... up and down, up and down... I'm getting pretty good at it...
"Ship of fools.. on a cruel sea..". the exact meaning or what this song refers to this song has eluded me.. but I did have one very revealing experience in Eugene in '93, which I think I explained elsewhere...
.. a little tuning (with no hints of...) .... St. Stephen!!!! "Lady finger dipped in moonlight.. writing; 'What for?' across the morning sky..." often as of late I ask myself this question.. but too enraptured by the music to elaborate on the subject..
>>>N.F.A>>>>a perfect way to end the day! A rockin Not Fade Away! I love the old extended Not Fade intros, ..and this one.. again, it's Phil! both guitars just providing the rhythm for Phil to dance upon with his bass... oh, to have been in the Phil zone in the seventies!!! But wait.. how did Bobby and Donna know that Jer was going to sing the first verse of Aiko before seamlessly going into Not Fade Away? Fooled me.. but they used to call me 'Gulliberry" after all...
Ah,, Grateful Dead musings... a way to amuse myself.. or try to find the muse in me... or the muse in the music.. or just an all too welcome respite from the craziness that is India....
Sugar Magnolia.. seems like I praised the glories of ending a show with this song recently, what to say? "Heads all empty... and I don't care!!" yes.. a great cleansing it was .. dancing for hours.. the audience and band giving everything they have to each other,, three to four hours of pure give and take.. to that thin line and beyond.. and back ...
Uncle John's... who could think of a sweeter encore...? Perhaps I am just partial to this song, and I could maybe think of encores as sweet ( 'Bid you goodnight" from Alpine jumps into my head... and brokedown.. and well....) as sweet,, but,, "It's the same story the crow told me,, it's the only one he knows.. like the morning sun you come.. and like the wind you go... ain't no time to hate.. barely time to wait... whoa-oh, what I want to know is.. where does the time go?"
There is one thing I have wondered.. what if any is the connection between U.J.B. and Miss. 1/2 Step; "I live in a silver mine, and I call it beggars tomb.. I got me a violin and I beg you call a tune....." and "...If all you got to live for is what you left behind...get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine..." I would imagine Dead Heads are always finding little connections with the songs such as these.. and the venerable Mr. Hunter must get besieged with such inquiries,.. all such quality prose and poetry being so subjected to such personal reflectuations.. But it does ignite the question stirring inside of me...
"........ How does the Song go?........"
Bobby: "Thank you'all, Good night"
Phil: "..... how sweet it is,,,thank you all, and good night...."
Huckle:.. Time travel? No problem.....
5-15-77 ....Estimated>Eyes>Drums>
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