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    Pacific Northwest ’73-’74: The Complete Recordings Boxed Set

    WHAT'S INSIDE:
    6 Complete Shows On 19 Discs
    • 6/22/73 P.N.E. Coliseum, Vancouver, B.C.
    • 6/24/73 Portland Memorial Coliseum, Portland, OR
    • 6/26/73 Seattle Center Arena, Seattle, WA
    • 5/17/74 P.N.E. Coliseum, Vancouver, B.C.
    • 5/19/74 Portland Memorial Coliseum, Portland, OR
    • 5/21/74 Hec Edmundson Pavilion, University of Washington, Seattle, WA
    Mastered in HDCD from the original master tapes by Jeffrey Norman at Mockingbird Mastering
    Masters transferred and restored by Plangent Processes
    Original Art by First Nations Artist Roy Henry Vickers
    Photos by Richie Pechner
    Individually Numbered, Limited Edition of 15,000

    Includes an immediate digital download of "Eyes Of The World (P.N.E. Coliseum, Vancouver, Canada 5/17/74)"

    "We were in the Pacific Northwest...between somewhere in Washington and some other where in Oregon. The road took us to the lip on a ridge, from where we could see around us for many miles in all directions … It was breathtaking to behold, but as we watched, we had a firm realization that we were witnessing something even more beautiful than our eyes could ever take in … Life causes life. Heaven and Earth dance in this way endlessly, and their child is the forest. And so there we were, epiphanously watching that grandest and most glorious dance of life—of which we are just a tiny part—awed by a magnificence without beginning, without end..."

    Bob Weir, “Sell Headwaters—Everyone Wins,” San Francisco Chronicle

    The Pacific Northwest offers up a rich feast of land, sky, and water. It is ripe with influences, abundant with symbols, deep and spirited. It should, therefore, come as no surprise that the Grateful Dead played some of their most inspired shows on these fertile grounds. It does, however, sometimes take a breath for the elements to re-align years later. It seems for us, they finally have and we are able to present not just a glimpse of the band's extraordinary exploratory tour through the region, but a two-tour bounty as the PACIFIC NORTHWEST ’73-’74: THE COMPLETE RECORDINGS.

    For PACIFIC NORTHWEST ’73-’74: THE COMPLETE RECORDINGS, we've paired two short runs made up of six previously unreleased shows - P.N.E. Coliseum, Vancouver, B.C. (6/22/73); Portland Memorial Coliseum, Portland, OR (6/24/73); Seattle Center Arena, Seattle, WA (6/26/73); P.N.E. Coliseum, Vancouver, Canada (5/17/74); Portland Memorial Coliseum, Portland, OR (5/19/74); and Hec Edmundson Pavilion, University of Washington, Seattle, WA (5/21/74). Each show has been mastered in HDCD from the original master tapes by Jeffrey Norman at Mockingbird Mastering. The transfers from the masters were transferred and restored by Plangent Processes, further ensuring that this is the best, most authentic that these shows have ever sounded.

    PACIFIC NORTHWEST ’73-’74: THE COMPLETE RECORDINGS comes in an ornate box created by Canada’s preeminent First Nations artist Roy Henry Vickers (more on this tremendous artist soon). To complement the music, the set also includes a 64-page book with an in-depth essay by Grateful Dead scholar Nicholas G. Meriwether and photos by Richie Pechner.

    Due September 7th, this release is limited to 15,000 individually numbered copies and available exclusively from dead.net. You'll want to grab a copy while you can and sit back, relax, and enjoy all the exclusive content we'll be rolling out over the next few weeks.

    Looking for something a little more byte-sized? The collection will also be available for HD digital download in FLAC and ALAC, exclusively at dead.net, on release day. You can pre-order it now too.

    Get it while you can.

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  • Vguy72
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    Hold on hendrixfreak....
    ....I need to make some more popcorn and mescaline.
  • hendrixfreak
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    Noon-ish is not the best time to catch a full-blown show.....
    My memory has clearly telescoped events, because I almost think I remember rolling over in my sleeping bag and, for breakfast, snorting a pile of 'chocolate' mescaline off one of those mini-cereal boxes. I definitely took some blotter. But even if we'd 'slept in,' it must of been 10-ish or something. Surely we'd had some water and a snack, probably provided by a merciful neighbor. We were still 15 and we looked like what we were: goddamm-near children! Ah, so I was saying, we dropped acid and snorted mescaline and fired up the pipe with Numero Uno and, hey, is that freakin' Jerry on stage? Wait, Bobby. Phil. Bill. The piano guy. Jer kept dipping his cigarette into a brass ashtray and, when he re-lit it, it flared up. I didn't hit the blow til '75 but later, I thought, freebase. I hope someone can clarify this, but I think I recall the band starting just a bit after NOON(!). As far as I was concerned at the time, they fucking rocked the place for hours. I do recall, as I often feel, feeling goofy about a camera while tripping. But I managed to snap off three shots, of which two survive, which catch the three guitarists blasting away on Playing in the Band, then turning towards each other to converse more intimately, finally arriving in a tight circle and sending tides of sound across the crowd. I think this was the time I experienced Phil's bass as physical, purple pulses in my chest and the realization that vibrations, rather than corporeal reality, were at the heart of existence. I clearly remember the gospel treatment at the end of He's Gone and at the end of Sugar Mag, Weir thrust his arm skyward for stop time, ran back to his amps, downed the rest of a Heineken and raced back to the mic for the coda. Still, I was 15, down front at one of the biggest gatherings of humans in history. I did look back over the crowd, but, as usual, there wasn't much profit in looking back. Not with the Grateful Dead killing it in front of me.
  • hendrixfreak
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    The Allmans rocked big time. They'd slayed us at RFK after the Dead when, exhausted and dehydrated, we had retreated to the shaded overhang of RFK and been simply psychedelically rolled over by the ABB. They smoked the Dead that day. Back to the Soundcheck. I got up and hiked around the scene while it was still afternoon. A very loose scene with lots of elbow room, cool air, breathing. I returned to our space, easily located, for The Band. It was nearly sunset when the Grateful Dead took the stage. We had all the room we needed. I started the soundcheck boogie-ing upright, shakin it to the rock 'n roll. I had snorted some mescaline and taken maybe a half tab of the blotter. Everyone knew this was unprecedented in GD history. Here we were, groovin' on a cool pine forest evening, high but not pressed and our favorite band was blasting away on the finest sound system we'd ever heard. I do not recall individual songs, just the transition between comprehensible songs and jams that had us smiling for reasons we knew not. [Beautiful Jam from So Many Roads is blasting in the background as I write these words.] I do clearly recall the feeling of complete ease as I nestled down into my sleeping bag, head on cool gallon jug, looking up at the band just jamming away. We rode it out after the band departed and the next thing we knew, it was morning and the crowd was bustling, hustling, and by noon it was show time all over again.
  • icecrmcnkd
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    Hendrixfreak
    I hope you are writing these in a word processing program and saving them.You probably should combine your memories and pictures and put it out on the internets where it will hopefully be forever preserved. Maybe upload the final version to the archive someday.
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    Any headphone listeners out there? Or maybe you don't need them. I find the bass on this GSTL recording overwhelming. Bertha and Help On the Way are good places to start. I don't get the same thing with the SB I have if this show. I think Jeff Norman boosted it somehow. Anyone else notice it? Garyfarseer - what kind of medicine?
  • hendrixfreak
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    The greatest missed show on Earth
    Long story shrunk to size... We had to get home on 10 June 1973 because we were exhausted, dehydrated, broke, without tickets, food, water, anything, so we thumbed back and tried to blend into humanity. I was 15. I lived with my parents, of course, and they needed to see some evidence that I was alive. They never even said a word about my setting out for a multi=day excursion in jeans and a t-shirt. We just did it. We heard the 10 June show was smokin' and we were pissed. We were NOT going to be caught short like that again. No effin' way. So when the news broke of a show with all three of the greatest rock bands of that time -- the Grateful Dead, the Allman Brothers and The Band -- we were on it like white on rice. Tickets cost $10.50? We had 'em. And we'd just seen the Allmans at Madison Square Garden in, May? I smuggled in a bong. A young cop caught me. An older cop said, "Let him go. It's a bong. Don't worry about it." Jesus, this whole law enforcement thing was confusing! But my view was broadening... Late July 1973. The older brother of a hot schoolmate of ours was driving to Watkins Glen. We signed on. Me, Mark L, David W, and a few others. We brought our backpacks. We had a little food. A shit-ton of Numero Uno. No alcohol. I had a sheet of blotter. Someone's adept use of the map enabled us to skirt around the worst of the traffic and we actually accessed the grounds in fine fashion, probably 12 hrs ahead of the hoo-ska-boo that eventually developed. The van's inhabitants split into units and we never saw our driver-host again, until a week later, just before the 31 July - 1 August shows back at Roosevelt Stadium. (Biggies, waiting for release...) So we hike over to the "gate," passing food trucks that specialized in big scoops of weed. We snickered, fully equipped. We were still 15. We entered the gates around midday and for some reason no one took my ticket, so I immediately doubled back to the chain link fence and passed my whole ticket to a have-not. Instinct, communal instinct. Later, my parents said that friends of theirs in Europe had seen footage that included my entrance into the concert site. The stage was perhaps 2/3 of a mile away. As we walked down the gently sloping hill towards the stage it was obvious we were a bit early. In earlier shows we were leery of getting too close because of the physical crush, the volume and the collective high that sometimes ... got a bit hairy. But fresh off missing 10 June, we marched down and claimed a beautiful space about 20 yards from the stage, just a bit left of center. On our way, we'd grabbed a few one-gallon water jugs that were set out free by Bill Graham in response to the scene at RFK in DC 6 weeks earlier. I found myself high on mescaline, laying on my sleeping bag with my head resting on a cool one-gallon jug of potable water and passing a doobie when the crowd sputtered and roared. It was late afternoon and the Allman Brothers had just taken the stage.
  • hendrixfreak
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    Throughout the fall of 1972 and through the winter-spring of 1973 I had ingested numerous psychedelics, including the wonderful agent known as mescaline and naturally a few substantial doses of the Lady Herself. At one point, with my buddy Moose, we were sitting atop a van-sized boulder in a 2,000 acre wooded preserve near home and we focused on the visual margin between the rock beneath us and the ground in the background and felt that we had lifted the boulder upon which we sat perhaps several inches into the air, then lowered it again to its natural resting place. But I digress... June 1973 and me and David W are hitching to RFK in DC about 200 miles away for the 9-10 June 1973 shows. It's summer. So obviously we go in t-shirts, jeans, sneakers, with a ticket and few single dollars/dead presidents in my pocket. Next to the sheet of oval 4-way blotter. A little smokum in the sock, in case we got stopped. Look, we're 15, okay? 16 was months away. We were just up for adventure, loud rock 'n roll and, um, a closer look at the scene. I remember that some of the serious traveling hippies with LSD-dead eyes were there selling pipes, but also passing them around. We had long hair but we were little kids! These folks looked 50 but were probably 20, i.e., impossibly old, grizzled and of unknown origin. But no one actually bothered us, nor was there any attention. Everyone treated us as adults. So we slept on the ground on the grassy parts outside the stadium that night. No water, no food, no equipment. The next day, temperatures climbed towards 100. We were smoking a joint by the grate that blocked one entrance and a black cop motioned us over. We approached cautiously. "Hand me some of that, will you?" he asked. "WHAAAT???" was our initial reaction, having already experienced the pleasure of being cuffed and harassed by the cops for having a beer in the park. Turned out, cops can be cool, too. We burned two with the cat and we bid each other a good day. He was clearly amused by the scene, but in a groovy way. This was 1973 and racism and violence over the Vietnam War made longhairs outcasts, just like minorities of every stripe, then and now. Short story long, me and David split a 4-way and the Dead played that afternoon, opening for the ABB that night. The lines for water were long. We survived on The Lady, a little water and some "Numero Uno" substance we thought was hash but turned out to be opium. Worked for us that day, though, the heat was excruciating and I'm sure a lot of folks needed help in the heat. I got up close for Chinacat at the end of the first set. I was mesmerized. Bobby played a Gibson SG, which in my mind meant "bass guitar." Phil was playing a big possibly semi-hollowbody bass that said to my untutored eyes, "rhythm guitar." But I was already a huge Phil fan (being a Jer fan was too obvious) and this had me confused. At some point some idiot hurled a lit M-80 onto the stage (June 9, right? obviously in close proximity to July 4??) and it rolled up to Jer. In that day, he had a stage mannerism of sort of shuffling in place and I saw him move his right foot forward in perfect time and using the tip of his cowboy boot sent the live M-80 back out over the crowd. I don't even recall hearing it explode. The music was pretty loud.
  • icecrmcnkd
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    Nice warmup HF
    Patiently waiting for the grand finale....
  • hendrixfreak
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    Backstory and launch....
    The briefest of backstories: Six years old in 1964, persuaded my mom to buy me a Beatles LP at the checkout counter of the local discount store. Played it on monaural phonograph with one 12" speaker output. Rocked as child. 13 years old in 1970, convince mom to drive me and a friend to a Chambers Bros concert. We dug the music but were too young for 'action.' 15 years old, summer of '72, catch The Byrds and New York Rock 'n Roll Ensemble at college outside Saugerties NY where The Band rec'd Big Pink five years earlier. We drove by Big Pink. (Still Pink.) We were 15. (An older brother was actually driving...) Since 1971, been spinning American Beauty and Skull & Roses LPs on the same phonograph as in 1964, only now it's in the basement where our ping-pong table and hang-out couch are located. 19 Sept 1972, I jump in a car full of older heads with an ounce of hash in my pocket, 33 days after my 15th birthday, and we proceed to the Roosevelt Stadium in lovely Jersey City, New Jersey, and catch my first Grateful Dead show. I had already been 'experienced,' but did not drop at this show; too chaotic, large crowd, determined to survive and catch my ride home. I listened for familiar songs, jams, anything -- nothing! Everything was different. Records, shme-cords. This scene was crazy. Maybe 10,000 people screamin' high groovin', freakin', dancin', gyratin', handing you things you knew best to pass along... I was alone in the giant crowd with the music louder but sweeter than anything I'd ever heard before. The music rocked, I just couldn't grab onto a big Jerry jabbin' guitar riff that would remind me of Skull & Roses. Obviously, this was no American Beauty. As Jer once said, recording in a studio is like building a ship in a bottle. Playing live is like being on the ocean in an open rowboat. And that's kinda how I felt -- out there, surfin', knew I'd have to get home ... 3 hours into the show, I do remember saying to myself, "Well, all righty then, damn good show, YOU CAN STOP PLAYING ANYTIME, I'M GOOD. GOTTA GET SOME REST... MUST SNAG RIDE HOME..." Part II, coming ...
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    The photos of the stage show how high it was. Need safety railings to keep the musicians from falling off.
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Pacific Northwest ’73-’74: The Complete Recordings Boxed Set

WHAT'S INSIDE:
6 Complete Shows On 19 Discs
• 6/22/73 P.N.E. Coliseum, Vancouver, B.C.
• 6/24/73 Portland Memorial Coliseum, Portland, OR
• 6/26/73 Seattle Center Arena, Seattle, WA
• 5/17/74 P.N.E. Coliseum, Vancouver, B.C.
• 5/19/74 Portland Memorial Coliseum, Portland, OR
• 5/21/74 Hec Edmundson Pavilion, University of Washington, Seattle, WA
Mastered in HDCD from the original master tapes by Jeffrey Norman at Mockingbird Mastering
Masters transferred and restored by Plangent Processes
Original Art by First Nations Artist Roy Henry Vickers
Photos by Richie Pechner
Individually Numbered, Limited Edition of 15,000

Includes an immediate digital download of "Eyes Of The World (P.N.E. Coliseum, Vancouver, Canada 5/17/74)"

"We were in the Pacific Northwest...between somewhere in Washington and some other where in Oregon. The road took us to the lip on a ridge, from where we could see around us for many miles in all directions … It was breathtaking to behold, but as we watched, we had a firm realization that we were witnessing something even more beautiful than our eyes could ever take in … Life causes life. Heaven and Earth dance in this way endlessly, and their child is the forest. And so there we were, epiphanously watching that grandest and most glorious dance of life—of which we are just a tiny part—awed by a magnificence without beginning, without end..."

Bob Weir, “Sell Headwaters—Everyone Wins,” San Francisco Chronicle

The Pacific Northwest offers up a rich feast of land, sky, and water. It is ripe with influences, abundant with symbols, deep and spirited. It should, therefore, come as no surprise that the Grateful Dead played some of their most inspired shows on these fertile grounds. It does, however, sometimes take a breath for the elements to re-align years later. It seems for us, they finally have and we are able to present not just a glimpse of the band's extraordinary exploratory tour through the region, but a two-tour bounty as the PACIFIC NORTHWEST ’73-’74: THE COMPLETE RECORDINGS.

For PACIFIC NORTHWEST ’73-’74: THE COMPLETE RECORDINGS, we've paired two short runs made up of six previously unreleased shows - P.N.E. Coliseum, Vancouver, B.C. (6/22/73); Portland Memorial Coliseum, Portland, OR (6/24/73); Seattle Center Arena, Seattle, WA (6/26/73); P.N.E. Coliseum, Vancouver, Canada (5/17/74); Portland Memorial Coliseum, Portland, OR (5/19/74); and Hec Edmundson Pavilion, University of Washington, Seattle, WA (5/21/74). Each show has been mastered in HDCD from the original master tapes by Jeffrey Norman at Mockingbird Mastering. The transfers from the masters were transferred and restored by Plangent Processes, further ensuring that this is the best, most authentic that these shows have ever sounded.

PACIFIC NORTHWEST ’73-’74: THE COMPLETE RECORDINGS comes in an ornate box created by Canada’s preeminent First Nations artist Roy Henry Vickers (more on this tremendous artist soon). To complement the music, the set also includes a 64-page book with an in-depth essay by Grateful Dead scholar Nicholas G. Meriwether and photos by Richie Pechner.

Due September 7th, this release is limited to 15,000 individually numbered copies and available exclusively from dead.net. You'll want to grab a copy while you can and sit back, relax, and enjoy all the exclusive content we'll be rolling out over the next few weeks.

Looking for something a little more byte-sized? The collection will also be available for HD digital download in FLAC and ALAC, exclusively at dead.net, on release day. You can pre-order it now too.

Get it while you can.

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Well said. I get '76 GD. When I am in the mood.. there is nothing more soothing. That being said, I get in the mood for just about every era if you give it enough time. When I am in the mood and find just the right show, it's like food for the soul and keeps me going. 1976. Yes please. Mattress Firm Amphitheater. They better have some really comfortable seats..
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to read Fare Thee Well. Do want to read Barlow's Mother American Night.
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Will not read it.Fare thee well the book will be relegated to the close out book store sale tables of the near future, whereas the work of John Barlow will last as long as humans still listen to music.
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Yes, I wait all year to listen to 1976 Dead. Particularly June and July each year. So much fun. Has a little of that pre-retirement vibe, but also moving towards the tightness of 1977. The most wholly unique year in the band's history in my opinion.
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I love it
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Is there anything better than a '76 Scarlet or Lazy Lightning/Supplication? I wait all year to listen to the June '76 shows. They are so special. Again, the most unique year in the band's history. Where else will you find Help>Slip>Frank, St. Stephen, Cosmic Charlie and Crazy Fingers all sharing the same setlist? Disco Dancins? Not to mention High Time, stand alone Playin's and Eyes with the '74 jam (Stronger Than Dirt) at the beginning of the song. So magical Oh, and don't forget those muscular NFAs
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....no fence on that tome. Regarding '76 Dead. It hits all the right spots when I want those spots hit, which may not occur every day, but those days do arrive.
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Rock and roll wives can be trouble. The Beatles. Spinal Tap.
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....what the PNW 73/74 Box dimensions are. Let's hope they don't pull a Stonehenge ala Spinal Tap.
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Yes, it's sketchy, why Steve left, who wants to just play in a band when the leaders wife runs the show (a non musician running a band never works out). I remember rumors of her telling them all there would be NO drugs on tour, not even joints. When Steve got caught catching a fire, she flipped out on him, told him that Phil could not take the temptation and that druggies were not welcome. I too would have told her to go ...herself. Furthur broke up due to the drug use by the band around Jill, not Phil. In my opinion, Jill broke up the band, not drug use. Then she sells out for one more big paycheck that was FTW. Should have been called LTR (laid to rest) The FTW line up had no heart, because she has no clue what the band was meant to be and could be with the love that made them what they were. She will go down forever as the Yoko Ono of the Grateful Dead. Now, no one but Bobby will play with Phil, so, she took all the toys and went home, how's that working for you now. Phil went from one of the greats to being a restaurant owner. Sad, really sad.
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What’s been posted about the FTW book is enough to appease my curiosity. I get it-- can imagine what it would be like if I was still living in a house with my old college buddies and their girlfriends. Tempers flare hottest around those you know best. Best to just go on your own and listen to some June ’76. Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile....
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Kevjones I'm right there with you man. They don't call me Seventy-Sixtus for nothin' And never forget June 11th 1976, which I tout at least 76 times a year - an all time favorite among many other favorites in a favorite year. FAVORITE!! https://archive.org/details/gd1976-06-11.141709.sbd.miller.fixed.flac16… Tigran comes home today. I'll put some '76 on for him. Seventy-Sixtus
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.......not a big fan. It seems I'm in the minority here (-all dead is good dead-) but it lacks the imagination of 72-74, and lacks the power of 77 (or 78). I'm hoping for some primal 60's or 79-81, now that I just got 6 hot shows from 73-74. But hey, I'm sure I will be happy with whatever I get. Hope everyone is well. I've been listening to a lot of Yes lately, as I'm seeing them in Detroit on Saturday. Close to the Edge is an album that always works for me.
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....sounds like a bitch. I bet she rocks one of those "I want to see your manager" bob hair styles too.
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Huge fan of 76, my 1st show was 10/9; by the fall of that year they were firing on all cylinders. Too bad(for us) they took such a long break before new year's eve, the last show 10/15 is a barn burner with one of the best 2nd sets of the year.
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All this seventysixtus talk... Got the Capitol Theatre show streaming from the Download Vol4 release. Never gave those DL's the nurturing they deserve. I guess I'm biased towards the physical product I can hold in my hand... Bonus nothing better than a Mission in the Rain from 1976 unless it's one from JGB in 1978 ;)
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I'm with Doc (and Thursday) on this one. 76 = The GD on Valium. Does nothing for me. Lot's of folks love it, but I get bored silly listening to it. By the way D&C seem to be headed down that path as well. The summer shows have been way to slow for my taste.
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The cause of the slow tempos are detailed in the FTW book; it's all Bobby's doing: his concept is to sing the songs very slowly, to emphasize the story telling aspect of them. I'm guessing he might have gotten that from Jerry, for example when he slowed down Friend of the Devil(which I never understood: the original tempo conveyed the running from the devil exactly perfect)
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To me phil comes off as playing in a Grateful Dead covers band. I never have had any interest is seeing any post dead. It seems that Bob is trying not to recreate what the dead did but pay the music homage by presenting it in a different light. I am now interested in seeing Bob again in something like his campfire band or even Dead and company. I think like the wheel he has moved on from the past and embraced the present with a view to the future. Good for you Bob and our drummers.
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I can't say I'll be rushing to read this book on Fare Thee Well. From what people are saying on here it sounds ghastly. In fact, I'm amazed such a book has been published. I'm not keen on 1976, either. Some of the drifting jams appeal to me-but it sounds like a massive comedown from all the previous years to me. It seems quite an easy listening sort of year. And the shows in 1975 had such promise, too.
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Was watching the rebroadcast of the Mansfield show and one of the commenters who was commenting (or was that trolling) during the broadcast was railing against the slowness and suggested changing the stream to 1.25. I did that and boy did the music seem normal pace. I felt that the D&C shows I saw at Fenway and the Boston Garden were painfully slow last year. More so than the Worcester show for that 1st D&C tour or that first Fenway run (Loved that Acoustic Dark Star). I still loved going to those shows, but after seeing D&C 7 times probably not up for the exorbitant prices the enterprise is charging for not the best seats when JRAD, JGB, DSO can scratch that itch for a lot less scratch. I'm glad the music is out there and hope they continue to perform as long as they're putting quality performances but getting a tad bit too slow for me. Bobby just needs to let John, Oteil and Jeff run with it for a bit. BTW - who is Grateful Dean (Dean Stiller) - I think he is hillarious for his YouTube reviews and seems pretty spot on.
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You didn't hear it from me.. but I hear Steve Parish had Bobby's lovechild and has been raising it in secrecy all these years. It shouldn't surprise any of us that after 50 years there are squabbles. If any of you come from bigger families.. I bet there are a few skeletons in your closet too, and I bet we would be horrified if someone researched and wrote a tell-all book. The truth, we weren't there and no matter what was written there is a likely more to it then how it reads. I have no doubt it's based on real events but it seems to focus on the negative. I sincerely believe deep down inside these guys still love each other and are proud of the body of work they left behind just like I love my brothers and sisters, but I won't be moving back in with them anytime soon. I'm also sure there's a little bad blood.. I threw a screwdriver, a pair of scissors and a can of Spegetti-O's at my brother one day (although honestly.. he deserved worse). I'd like to think all is forgiven.. and honestly, I think we are better off in the way they have diversified and played / interacted with different artists. As for who is the biggest poser and the cover band aspect of it all.. Really? These guys have earned the right to play GD music how ever they see fit. I recently saw Phil Lesh and Friends backed up by the Preservation Hall Jazz Band and it was hardly a cover band. Fresh interpretations that strayed pretty far from the original arrangements. It was fresh, powerful and downright wonderful. I'd see that lineup again in a New York Minute. Let the music play.. it speaks for itself. Step to the side of the small talk and gossip. Just my opinion.. As always, I reserve the right to be tragically and horrifically wrong.
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Most of the book focuses on the business dealings; what comes across as negative gossip is tied to these events. The exception being the "encounter" between Billy and Jill's twins :-) but really, it was only a quick one sentence mention.The detailed descriptions of how the post-Jerry bands evolved, how Terrapin Xroads and Bob's TRI studio came into existence, of the organizing of the FTW shows, and more are indeed quite interesting.
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JimInMD writes: "I sincerely believe deep down inside these guys still love each other and are proud of the body of work they left behind..." Old story I think, I first heard a statement similar to that was about in early 1996 just after they retired the name Grateful Dead and still deeply mourning the death their dear brother, Jerome John Garcia.
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Does that mean I am not forgiven for throwing a can of Spagetti-O's at my brother? :D
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I really wanted them to win. Hope the French crush Messi and his buddies next Saturday!
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It all depends if the can was opened or closed.
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I think it’s Grate that 76 doesn’t sound like 74, 75, 77, or 78.It would be pretty boring if every year sounded the same.
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It was closed.. left quite the hematoma as I recall. It's one of the few brawls that I clearly won (he's older).. so I am a bit proud of it. If I had given it more thought, I would have opened it first for good measure.
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Funny, my last brawl(I was 17) started after I dumped a rice plate over this guy's head durimg lunch...rivalry over a girl, no less.
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As always, so eloquently said and very fair. All excellent points. Speghetti-Oh's story made me chuckle out loud, I have two brothers myself and fully understand said 'brotherly love'. Be well my friend. Sixtus P.S. icecremconekid - your point is also spot on. Life is all about variety, change, adaptation, and love. All Good Things.
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....yuck. No nutritional value whatsover. Would make a good blunt weapon i suppose.
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I haven't read it yet but I'm sure I eventually will (seems like the perfect book to buy in the airport before a long flight). From what I've read and heard though, all of this seems pretty tame compared to other bands "tell all" books. You mean to tell me a band that's been together since 1965 has had their ups and downs? Has had to deal with power struggles or strong personalities? I'm shocked. Also, there isn't a band in the history of bands who didn't have an incident where someone made a pass (or worse) at another guy's wife or girlfriend. Meanwhile the shows (d&c or Phil) continue to be a great time and the music coming out of the vault is as exciting as ever.
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I really enjoy 1976 Dead. In fact I always go back to Dave’s volume 18. Those 4 discs are phenomenal.
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SpaghettiOs! Sorry.
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fuck yeah! spaghetti-O's w/ meatballs! hated the hot dog one. I miss chef Boyardee pac man pasta was a big hit with kids like me who was way into Atari. spaghetti o's, cherry kool aid and Atari. 'MERICA! FUCK YEAH! lol
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My first ever show.
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sooooo good. listening today...The Other One...CUTS. ouch.
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I'm hoping for some kind of wood... my cynical soul is saying plastic... Damn... I hope it's not plastic. There's too much of it in the oceans already; it would be kind of depressingly ironic if this one were made of plastic, given the artistry it bares.
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They are typically heavily processed wood (some sort of glued fibers or essentially a form of cardboard). I hope I'm wrong but doing something like this out of wood just isn't that common and production can be problematic. I am thinking something along the lines of 30 Trips. Plus.. it's painted, so they cover it up anyway. Just being realistic.. I have a ton of box sets, not just GD and the only one I have that is made out of wood is the Warlocks cigar box, and even that is pretty cheesy. ...but if it's wood, I vote for Cherry. Love Cherry, or perhaps zebra striped maple to look like Mayer's new guitar. That would be something.
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This week and next.. what a wonderful thing. Plus, it's still raining here almost every day and the creeks are full.. but back to the music. I am a closet streamer.. when I am interested in something I purchase from Nugs and sometimes just don't have time to watch and listen, but they seem to stick around for a while. Last week I noticed for the first time that one of my unwatched streams was about to expire (from five years ago). Blasphemy I say. So I watched it and by the end of the night I was in no shape to start work by 8 am the next day. So I worked a half day and life was good. Tonight, in honor of my favorite GD cover band I am watching for the first time a Phil N Friends show from 2014 at the Brooklyn Bowl, Vegas (..not slated to expire). JK and Jackie Greene on Guitars.. some simply killer slide guitar on GDTRFB from Senor Greene Joe Russo on drums. Seems ok to me.. Hipsters, tripsters real good chicks sir.. everybody's Doing That Rag. It's too bad this technology wasn't around say.. 55 years ago. Oh.. and the tempo is fast, and it is loud enough to shake the plaster off the ceiling. Fortunately, the river is raging outside so ambient noise gets lost in the shuffle. I bet my neighbors can't even hear it. Life is good. Might sleep in a bit mañana (don't tell my boss).
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