Posts Tagged "dead therapy"

Dead Thrapy - Jamaica 11.25.82

Morning, Freaks!!

What a glorious day to be alive!!!

Those of you who know me, know that I start off my mornings with music. It’s the first thing I do. I have about 10 albums in my rotation. Today, happens to be one of my favorite days…Bob Marley day. Talk about music that puts a smile on your face. I found myself dancing around the house this morning, drinking coffee to a very solid ’79 Wailers  show. Those guys were plum happy living in a Jamaican ghetto, without a pot to piss in, as my mom would say…I’ve got nothing to bitch about that’s even close. I’m a white middle class Jewish kid from the suburbs, that grew up with a bmx bike and hand held video games.

To my knowledge, the Grateful Dead only played Jamaica one time in the early ‘80s, for the Sunsplash Festival . You’d a thought it would have been more, right? I mean they got some good tweeds over there. I know JGB got over there a few times, but haven’t found an adequate site to stream from.  Would you guys like a little Jerry Garcia Band in exchange for Dead every once in a while? I would!!

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Dead Therapy - Diablo ‘73

Morning, Freaks!!

There’s a lot of things I really don’t understand in life, and with each passing year of my existence in this place, I realize that I know less and less. Seamed like when I was in my 20’s, I knew everything about everything, and was more than willing to let anybody who would listen know it. One thing that bugs me more than a little bit is people that are miserable in life, bask in it, and simply won’t do what it takes to change it. I understand situational stuff that gets you down for a little. Everybody goes through those times.

Do you think it’s possible that there are folks that are just optimistic? People that believe they deserve the best life has to offer and don’t hold the weight of their surroundings in their backpack like heavy rocks? What I’m trying to say is, life itself is not an easy hill to climb, so why weigh your backpack down with negativity. Looky here, my life ain’t perfect either, people who know me know I got some issues that I’m dealing with and have dealt with, too. The grass ain’t greener, the wine ain’t sweeter, either side of the hill. Maybe I’m just a Stuart Smalley, maybe I work in environment where people enjoy what they do, but for god’s sake, could you quit oozing on me for just a little while. The bright side of life is contagious. Try it out. And just so you know, this is not directed at any one person. Your life isn’t that bad, you’re not starving, you have more than one set of clothes to wear, you don’t have a terminal disease, you don’t live in a third world country, there’s at least 100 million people on this earth that would do anything to be in your position …give it a fuckin’ break already (or get medicated). There are some really beautiful things in life, if you’re willing to look through your eyes differently than you are right now. Alright enough bitching, on with the show.

One of those beautiful things to me is ’73 and ’74 Dead. It’s a comfortable place, like a warm snuggie on a snowy day. I promise you this show will wrap around you. Typically I don’t talk much about Bobby, but he is really on point the whole show. His harmonies are dense and warm, his leads are very out front and dynamic, and his playing is top notch. Bobby all too often plays a back seat to Jerry on guitar, because he’s not the lead player. In my humble opinion, he is one of the most, if not the best rhythm player in the genre. I think if you could pull just his track in the recording, ala Behind The Music, and turned it up, you’d be amazed.

Weather Report Suite had just been penned. It was fresh and getting almost daily play in the rotation. In this version, the suites are distinct and composed. Good stuff!

http://www.archive.org/details/gd73-11-25.sbd.sacks.2213.sbeok.shnf 11-25-73

Feyline Field, Tempe, Az. (Sun)

1: Promised, Sugaree, BIODTL, Don’t Ease, B. T. Wind, Tennessee Jed, Mexicali, China Cat> I Know You Rider, Big River, Row Jimmy, Me & My Uncle, B. E. Women, Playin

2: Around, Eyes> WRS Prelude> WRS Part 1> Let It Grow, Casey Jones, Sugar Magnolia> GDTRFB> Saturday Night E: We Bid You Goodnight

You guys mean everything to me. Wherever this weekend finds you, may it be safe and exactly what you were looking for.

Enjoy! And thanks for coming with me to therapy today.

m-

Dead Therapy - Cal Expo 6.8.90

Morning, Freaks!!

So, in an effort to support live music, I went out for a little while last night to catch a country music duo that was passing through town. Coincidentally, after they got finished a really awesome acoustic dead cover duo played. I cashed,  my $5 cover was well spent. Well anyway, I ended up meeting this really cool deadhead and somehow struck up a conversation. She proceeded to lead into this grandiose tale about going out to San Francisco to see the Dead. I never really could figure out how long ago she went out there, but it really didn’t matter. She went on to tell me how she went out there for two weeks with some guy, and after nine days, got tired of him and somehow met the chef/cook from Great American Music Hall. Upon breaking it off with guy number one, she asks guy number two where she can get a cheap hotel. Of course, he says never you mind…you’ll stay with me at my house in The Haight. No money, no nothing…just peace and love. Anyway, the story goes on and on, and she proceeds to tell me about wandering around The Haight exploring and walking his dog for 5 days while he worked and how awesome and fun it was…without a care in the world.

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Dead Therapy - Broome County 11.6.77

Morning, Freaks!!

I apologize in advance, it appears that the economy has taken a quick right turn this week for the better, and work has turned in to a hustle again. God is Good.

Because of this wonderful current event, I’m afraid I don’t have the time to regale you with typically fine monologue of stuff you don’t care about. However, I did make someone a promise that I would put a little something together….so, in the words of the panic…Boom, Boom, Boom. Here it is.

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Dead Therapy - Nassau Coliseum 10.31.79

Morning, Freaks, Goblins and Ghouls!!

“I want to be a vampire for the Halloween
Mama makes a cape on the sewing machine
Sewing machine
Sewing machine
Sewing machine
Sewing machine”

 

~Vic Chesnutt

Let’s get straight to the point today. There are Halloween people and there are not Halloween people. You know the type, the ones that plan their costumes weeks in advance, some even starting the day after last Halloween. Some people just get really turned on by this holiday. I am not one of those people, although I do kind of like the idea that women can get away with wearing whatever they want on this day, no matter how short or low cut and nobody can say a damn thing ‘cause it’s Halloween. God bless ‘em. Sometimes, I still miss college. Just as an example, I went to ask my office buddy what his one year old son was dressing as and he replied with a smile…”Superman”. So to be nice, I asked what his 16 year old daughter  was dressing as and he said, ”probably some damn pole dancer.” Sorry I digress. We just never really got into it in my family…maybe because we’re Jewish and our Halloween is Purim which usually falls out around march. Kind of the same. Not really. You get to dress up, play tricks, and get a bunch of candy. But it’s not scary.

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Dead Therapy - Ventura 7.21.84

Morning, Freaks!!

Sorry for all the disconnects you’re about to read. I can’t seem to fit my thoughts together in any logical sense today.

You know life is strange sometimes. When I think I’m reaching stability and life seems to plateau, another challenge rears its head. Maybe that’s what life’s about…Never Settling. Why can’t things ever just be easy?

It seems like we live in a very turbulent time right now. It seems that everybody around me is chasing stability and balance.

But what’s that saying from the bible, “When God closes a door, he opens a window.” I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve heard that over the past five years, from people I wouldn’t expect it to come out of. Life is full of Grand Opportunities. Maybe we just need to be open to looking for them, or seeing the good in what we’ve already got. I’ve always seen life kind of like a book…every stage of life a different chapter. Some longer, some shorter. The book just really never ends. Maybe it’s time for you to start a new chapter? What do you want to do next? Where do you see yourself? What challenges lie ahead? Are you where you’re supposed to be? What’s really good in my life right now?

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Dead Therapy - The infamous Barton Hall 5.8.77

Morning, Freaks!!

May ’77 is a very good vintage in Grateful Dead history. If Wine Spectator got a hold of it, they’d probably call it the 1982 Chateau Margaux of this band’s live recordings. Thick in all aspects of flavor, and with incredible finesse. Like velvet.

‘F it!! It’s one of those days.  So much to do, so little time, and no time at all to think about Dead Friday. So I went to the ultimate go-to show in GD history…the infamous Cornell ’77. According to Dead Lore, this show never happened (although I have personally talked to people that said they were there). Some call it, what are those things called? A compilation. I just call it a mix tape. Same things I used to make for my first girlfriend. Well,  I tell you what, if it did indeed happen and you were there, it was the best $7.50 you ever spent. What’s the rule of the ‘60s…if you can remember it you weren’t there. Probably goes for this, too.

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Dead Therapy - The Last Alpine ‘89

Morning, Freaks!!

So, a really good friend has been touting this ’89 Alpine run a lot lately, and for very good reason. It’s true era dead and perfect. {Show Note ~ This is important! Go down and push play on this show now.}

Picture yourself there…You’re hanging on the sloping hill of the beautiful Alpine Valley Music Theatre on wondrous sunny day in July. It’s not hot like we would get down south in the middle of July. It’s mild, temps around the mid ‘70s on a Wednesday night, which is usually a school night…but you could give a shit less because you’re on summer tour. What the hell? You just rocked a week at Giant, RFK (where you randomly shared a hug and a joint with me and little bro at set break and some terrific shows, taboot), and the bad-ass Deer Creek and you’re in the heartland, in the rolling hills of Wisconsin. A perfect day for a peanut butter and mushroom sandwich, you choke it down with a tremendously heady microbrew you bought from some kid in the lot you met from Colorado. It’s his first time at Alpine, too. You  guys talk about how beautiful and green it is, and how easy it was to get into the lot, and how great the camping scene is here. You also reminisce briefly with your new buddy about how great the previous two nights have been. We Bid You Goodnight…where the hell did that come from, and why’d they decide to take it off the shelf at Alpine? Who knows?!? “That’s one of the mysteries of the Grateful Dead that keeps you coming back,” he says. You agree with a smile on your face. You say you got to hit it, it was great meeting you, but I got to get inside and find my place before this fungus kicks in. You hug goodbye and go off into the crowd of freaks. You love this place right now. You love the sights…a menagerie and kaleidoscope of colors, tie-dyes abound. You love the sounds….you pass a drum circle and hang for a minute, the rhythms and whooping and hollering captivate you. You watch as sun-drenched girls in lightly patterned batik and Moroccan and Indian prints twirl and smile in short fits of ecstasy brought by dance and sound. They don’t wear undergarments. You like this…..and then, there are the smells, the distinct smell of a Dead summer lot. The recipe is 1/3 patchouli, 1/3 kind bud, and 1/3 b.o. If you’ve smelled this smell once, you’ve smelled it a hundred times. Combined, it completely makes a new fragrance of its own and by now you know it well and you bask in it. You lilt through the crowd, in an attempt to make it to the venue gate, only to be distracted again as you make your way down Shakedown Street. You stop at a couple of tables to compliment these humble businesspeople on the quality of their wares. You see a bunch of t’s that you’ve seen throughout the whole tour, and some mass produced jewelry. Every once in a while, you come across something that’s a true handcraft and you pause to admire it. You’ve been looking around everywhere for that shirt you saw in the RFK lot. You know the one with the Cloud of Smoke Jerry Head Stealie, but you can’t seem to find the kid that was selling them anywhere. Damn’t, you know you got to start buying those things when you see them, no matter whether you have to carry it inside or not. For God Sakes, tie the shit around your waste. You stop for a minute to watch the hair-weaving girls. For some reason, you’re always intrigued by this. As stoned as they are, they still can crank out some cornrows. A couple of shady dudes pass you and whisper, “doses, shrooms, nugs”, you smile and nod them off…you’re already set for the evening and this is the last show of the tour. If you make it out to Cali, you’ll grab some goodies out there…but you know you can’t, you got to get back to school….bummer. 

You present your mail order stub and through the gate you go. You let out a short yelp of joy, because you were worried a little about security tonight, even though everybody in the lot assured you that you could’ve carried a bong in. Anyway, you’re comfortable now. You make your way quickly to the bathroom to readjust your stash (it’s been in your underwear for a while now, and you’ve had to piss for what seems like days now, and because you couldn’t find anywhere to go in the lot….and you really have to. You had seats the last night, but for tonight’s show you’re on the hill, which is perfectly fine with you. You make your way through the mass of people, seeing a couple old friends and a number of new acquaintances from tour. You stop to talk to that girl from Indiana and her friend from Michigan that you met at Deer Creek. Homegirl looks good, even though she hasn’t showered for three days, you dig it, hairy legs and all. She’s sweet, she gives you a hug and asks if she’s going to see you at Cal Expo. You say, no, got to get back to school, the bus ends here for you, but if she makes it out to Hampton in the Fall, you’ll see her there. You wink at her and make your way through the sea of people to hang with a few friends in your ”meet up spot” from the first night. Just in time…the lights go down…. the band swaggers on to the stage for Night 3…Jerry and Phil start tuning up…Bill and Mickey bang a little bit on the toms just to make sure there working…. you torch up with the rest of the lucky onlookers….the crowd cheers ….. smiles abound…you hear the first notes of bucket….GAME ON!!!

Show Notes:

Listen to the phenomenal flow of this magnificent beast. 1st set is like a river. It ebbs, it flows, it turns tight corners, it opens wide in parts, it bumps over rocks and swirls in deltas. You get dealt a nice couple of cowboys with Mama Tried and Mexicali (Bobby and his affection for the youngsters, you think to yourself. Shit will get you shot, brother). You love the new use of sound effects on Victim. It’s really spacey for a first set Victim and sets your mushrooms off BIGTIME. Listen to Jerry’s string bends at the end. He is in the moment. Let me just add that Althea>Victim>Fadeaway is a sickening, haunting combo. It’s like you just put warming gel on my heart. Just the thought of these in tandem gives me goosebumps. The Desolation is nice and always well played. And then a big fat DEAL to close the set. You sit back on the hill and rest for a few. Smoke a joint with some new friends and chill, having laughs, light conversation, and beer.

The lights go down again…everybody stands up whooping and hollering again…the smell of marijuana hangs low in the cloudy summer sky…you hear the first notes of Box. You think to yourself, a Box opener, now that’s a rarity. You also notice that Phil’s voice actually is sounding pretty good tonight. Then, right into Foolish Heart, a relatively new song. You’ve only heard it a few times, but there is something unique and backwards about Jer’s melody lick intro. It sounds backwards, simple, but backwards and light. This song is growing on you. This version gets really airy for a few minutes on the jam and wonderful keys at the end. And we simply fall into LLR. LLR always brings you back to the one that slipped away. You smile to yourself, hugging your arms around your body…thinking about her (or him). She would’ve loved this…loved being here, on this beautiful night, sharing this beautiful experience with you, holding each other and rocking back and forth together to Bobby’s crooning of this gorgeous love song. Then you realize that you’re on drugs and how much she really sucked most of the time. Wow, I’m glad that thought was brief. Anyway, in your mind, you thank her for the great experience, and smile.  »»the opening chords of Terrapin…and away we go. RFK’s Terrapin last week was solid, you expect this one to be very, very big. Jerry tells the story, you sing along. You look around at the folks next to you. Everybody’s in the groove. The night is right, everyone knows it. Jerry and the boys build and retract over and over and over and over. Climbing step by step up the mountain. Jerry’s riffs get tremendous and powerful! Huge and Dynamic, the band continues to construct around the theme. Into Drums>Space…you run quickly to the bathroom and to grab your spot in the beer line. You run into Michigan girl (Indiana girl isn’t with her…bummer), and share a sweaty hug and “damn good show, huh?” You hear jerry and bobby drop into a very intricate opening to Other One. You almost piss yourself in excitement. YOU LOVE THIS SONG! WHY, BECAUSE YOU’RE ON THE FUCKIN’ BUS RIGHT NOW!!!! You got on at Giant in NY and have been riding for two weeks. A perfect way to end two weeks of tour. Everybody’s had one of those epiphany moment’s when the band plays the exact lyric at the exact time you need to hear it. Your epiphany is now. You notice the clouds give way to a full moon directly over the stage. More Cheers!  Jerry has extreme control over his midi effects tonight and he sounds a little like a trumpet, as he rifles through that famous melody. It’s like he’s played it millions of times. Although, not your typical blast-me-in-the-face Other Ones, this leans more in some parts to a jazzier feel. Jerry goes in and out of the horn sounds. Very tight transitions on the vocals. Then you get brought back down with the opening to a short Wheel, setting your feet on the earth, you notice the grass between your toes, and you think to yourself, “where did I leave my birks?” Whatever, I know they’re around here somewhere. I’ll find them at the end of the show. As if perfectly placed and timed, the opening riff of Morning Dew…you drift off again into the Lala Land in your head. You do a quick song count to see where we are in the set. We’re almost done…you think probably one more fast one after this to close out the set. Jerry’s vocals bring you back immediately with his screaming and wailing on the “young man moan” verse. He actually does moan and then lays into one of the most soaring solos of the evening. Looks like this will be the last song in the set. The band waves at us and leaves the stage. Hugs everywhere!! They come back on to cheers and we here the upbeat strum of a Lovelight encore. You think to yourself…not my first choice, but I can dig it, and you fall into the groove, bouncing your shoulders forward and back, and with reckless abandon you just let it go and dance like nobody’s watching… AND YOU THINK TO YOURSELF, I LOVE THIS PLACE RIGHT NOW!! I AM EXACTLY WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE!!

This would be the last run the Dead would play at Alpine. They were at a peak…and you were there. :)

Plug it in here:

07-19-89 Alpine Valley Music Theatre, East Troy, Wi. (Wed)

1: Bucket> Sugaree, Mama Tried> Mexicali, Althea, Victim, West L. A., Desolation Row> Deal

2: Box Of Rain, Foolish Heart> L. L. Rain> Terrapin> Drumz> Other One> Wheel> Morning Dew E: Lovelight

"Box Of Rain" appears on "Fallout From The Phil Zone"

 

 

Wishing one of the absolute finest people in the world the Happiest Birthday ever this past week!! MATT BLUM!!! If you have or have had the honor of knowing him, thank your higher being, because he’s basically the shit. I love you, little bro. You’ve been with me through thick and thin, and I appreciate you in a big, big way. Wishing you many, many more years filled with peace, love, and prosperity.

You guys mean everything to me. Wherever this weekend finds you, may it be safe and exactly what you were looking for.

Enjoy! And thanks for coming with me to therapy today.

m-

Dead Therapy - Boo! - Carolina Coliseum 10.31.85

Morning, Freaks!!

In honor of the first trip for the well traveled mattsimpson to our fine state of South Carolina, I figured I’d pick a show based on that theme. The extent of my Dead knowledge is limited, but I believe that they only played the capital city one time. Riddle me this? Do you think it was because we fly the confederate flag high atop our state capital (it’s heritage, not hate, brah), or do you think Mickey and Phil just had a hankering for the some good ole SC barbecue and “sweeter than sweet tea” southern women? Guess that mystery will remain unsolved. Maybe they were just looking for Jerry’s future beach house on the be- u- tiful Kiawah Island.

This Halloween show is nutzo! A little heavier on the sound effects than the playing. Not a lot of show notes to discuss. Halloween shows in general seem to be novelties. More about the visual than the audio.

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Dead Therapy - Cal Expo 6.8.90

Morning, Freaks!!

You know how some days you just wake up on the right side of the bed. Well today was one of those days. Popped out of bed with the sun (only hit snooze two times)….ready to kick a little work day out the box and then on to the weekend. This morning just felt like a Grateful Dead morning. When was the last time you spun the GD Reckoning album? I can honestly say that it used to get  a lot more play on my CD player, then it does these days. Today, I remembered again how multifaceted that band was, and how genius and talented its musicianship. If the China Doll doesn’t move you on that record, that you need to check yourself and see if you have a soul. It’s heart-wrenching. What a great mix of effectless, unadulterated wood-and-string acousticness!

What to play next, led me to this forgotten gem. I never got a chance to see the Grateful Dead in California, but I remember hearing stories from the road. Supposedly West Coast shows were a lot different from East Coast shows. Much more relaxed atmosphere, more family oriented, not on a tight schedule…just easy livin’. May be it was like seeing Moe. up north or Panic in the southeast. OLD SKOOL. I can just picture this day… a bunch of hippies sittin’ in the warm summer sun, lightly intoxicated on fine Humboldt, kind beers, and clean Oregon fungus, with beautiful music taboot. Do you sense my jealousy a little?  

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Dead Therapy - Miami Pop Fest 12.29.68

Morning, Freaks!!

I hope your day starts off with a massive bang of positivity!!!! I know mine has. Work and life are running full bore right now, like a GATDAMN PONTIAC GTO !!!!! That’s my preface and apology for not being as attentive to Dead Friday(Therapy) as I have been in the past. Things are busy as hell right now, and I will continue to bang out Dead Therapy’s as best I can on a regular basis. You may find that they may not always be a Friday morning thing from now on, but I promise, promise, promise that I will try to keep on a weekly schedule. It was easy when we were in that sucky ass economy of the past 2 years. Things appear to be moving again, and time is of the essence on some other projects. Enough about that.

I’ve never really challenged you guys with Early Dead (’65-’69).  In my humble opinion, it is an acquired taste. It is the sickest and most psychedelic. It’s a super-electric fuzzy lightning bolt of raw musical power, especially when the band unharnesses the heat of a jam and lets it run. Cap’n Trips. There was a nasty new sound coming off our west coast. The Grateful Dead weren’t the only ones, or the most popular ones working within this new realm. Sometimes I get really caught up in the new kids on the block because it’s so easily accessible, and forget about the granpappys and grandmammys of the genre. Lately, I’ve been going back and listening to the bands that frequented Ken Kesey’s Acid Tests. I encourage you guys to do the same. Throw one of these in the 8 track player and give it a whirl…the Jefferson Airplane, Big Brother and the Holding Company with Janis Joplin, Quicksilver, the Steve Miller Band, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Country Joe and the Fish, Butterfield Blues Band. Get over the recording quality and listen to what’s really going on. Some of these bands have taken me to interesting new places in my head that I didn’t even know existed.  Basically, the Acid Tests were just big parties put on by Ken and the Merry Pranksters…most everything there was experimental….LSD was legal, so that’s fun…there was musical experimentation by the San Fransisco bands at the time. Short 3 minute fast songs were turning into 45 minute musical explorations, often leaving their loose structures, only to come back and dive in again. Earth…outer space….earth….outer space…earth…outer space…PLUTO!!! There were all types of other freakiness, oddities, pranksterness, fantastic visual arts, open sexuality. NOW THAT’S A PARTY!!! God Bless ‘em!! I don’t know if I would’ve lived through late ‘60s San Fran had I been there.

Here’s some era-specific stuff for your aural pleasure…..

The music in today’s excerpt, you might actually find to be post-lunch stuff, rather than first cup of coffee Dead. Jerry is absolutely sick and on fire, and very, very angry sounding. His sound is ELECTRIC. In parts it’s an intense firefight between Phil, Bill , and Jerry…and it’s really damn good. Prepare to space your head, and don’t be afraid to hit pause if you need a quick break to gather yourself, because this shit’s fire.

Show Notes: JUST LISTEN!!!

http://www.archive.org/details/gd68-12-29.sbd.cotsman.5425.sbeok.shnf

12-29-68 Gulfstream Park Racetrack, Hallandale, Fl. (Sun)

Lovelight, Dark Star> St. Stephen> The Eleven> Cryptical> Drums> Other One> Cryptical> Feedback> We Bid You Goodnight

 

Wishing my friend, Randy, a very happy birthday…Little Buddy, I hope it’s your best ever!

You guys mean everything to me. Wherever this weekend finds you, may it be safe and exactly what you were looking for.

Enjoy! And thanks for coming with me to therapy today.

m-

Dead Therapy - Baltimore 4.19.82

Morning, Freaks!!

People who know me well know I’m a peaceful man, just wanting to live my life with as little confrontation as possible. Maybe I’m a hippie at heart…under my suit. I have no political slant on this war we’re fighting. I just want it to end. Too many innocent lives lost for no reason. If you are related to, or have a dear friend in the armed services, please thank them for their courage and sacrifice.

I’m on a nasty ’82 kick right now and listened to this masterpiece this morning while I was getting ready to come to work. I may have featured this one on a past Friday Dead. I don’t really keep any records. Even if I did, this one highly deserves another spin. Sometimes the Dead just played songs linked together to form a set. On this night, they took us on a “trip”.

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Dead Therapy - Oh Canada Theme - Kingswood Music Theatre 6.21.84

Morning, Freaks!

Last night, we celebrated our favorite Canadian’s birthday with gastronomic delights, good wine, conversation and  fellowship! Moechelle, Welcome to year Thirty-FUN!!

And you know it got me to thinking…Did the Grateful Dead have something against Canada? Seems they liked it during the Pigpen era and the whole Festival Express thing, but the frequency of Canadian shows past the mid-70’s was pretty bleak, may be 7 or 8 times. It seems like it would be an easy border jump from the upstate New York shows. Heck, I don’t know, maybe the boys got busted bringing the goods through the customs lines. I went on a quest this morning to try to find something from the North Country. The only one I could really think of offhand was the Dick’s Picks ’77 Seneca College show, which doesn’t stream on archive.

This is the one I’ve got for you today.

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