I'm still okay with Europe 72 and the '68 Live Dead. Side One of "Terrapin Station" and all live renditions thereof are certain unbearable weeping death, though. I work to try to understand the emotive power that these things have over me--I get the conscious-level shit like Jerry's death, my emotional/tribal connection to the terrapin icon, the nostalgia for happiness that consisted of a shitty apartment in a slum, plenty of weed, and a bottle of Tanq in the freezer for you, all that shit. Doesn't seem sufficient to cause the reaction that it does.
Every single song by the Dead makes me weep uncontrollably. Particularly at the sheer lack of musicianship, failure of melody, and rudimentary songcraft.
a quarter of a century ago, in august, i went to a grateful dead concert in northern california - i realized that, for the fans, it was a religious experience - an experience of being a part of a meaningful something that was bigger than their individual selves
may the creative forces of the universe smile in our general direction
"Box of Rain" makes me weep uncontrollably. So does "Ripple." I can't listen to that album any more. Kinda pisses me off.
ReplyDeleteI know. Chinacat off Europe 72 too.
DeleteI'm still okay with Europe 72 and the '68 Live Dead. Side One of "Terrapin Station" and all live renditions thereof are certain unbearable weeping death, though. I work to try to understand the emotive power that these things have over me--I get the conscious-level shit like Jerry's death, my emotional/tribal connection to the terrapin icon, the nostalgia for happiness that consisted of a shitty apartment in a slum, plenty of weed, and a bottle of Tanq in the freezer for you, all that shit. Doesn't seem sufficient to cause the reaction that it does.
ReplyDeleteAmerican Beauty and Workingman's were certainly requisite acid crashing soundtrack. But yes.
DeleteEvery single song by the Dead makes me weep uncontrollably. Particularly at the sheer lack of musicianship, failure of melody, and rudimentary songcraft.
ReplyDeletea quarter of a century ago, in august, i went to a grateful dead concert in northern california - i realized that, for the fans, it was a religious experience - an experience of being a part of a meaningful something that was bigger than their individual selves
ReplyDeletemay the creative forces of the universe smile in our general direction
Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYour generosity in mentioning Phil and the rest of the Dead touches me deep;y.
- Off to play some Dead!
P.S. I've got all the records.