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flite of c-bird



April 15, 1982
Providence Civic Center

Hot, glinting Deal. early Brent is evolutionary days for the party songs in the ouevre, great tiger smoker!
Bird Song
Oct. 30, 1980
Radio City Music Hall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Snz5k9PkXTk magisterial jamming
March 22, 1985
Hampton Coliseum

bobby puts his hand over his forehead as if looking out on a bright day on "other times i can barely see"
Mississippi Halfstep Uptown Toodeloo
June 25, 1994
Sam Boyd Silver Bowl, U.N.L.V.

jer bear sings this one beautifully
Uncle John's Band
July 24, 1987
Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum Stadium

jerry plays like an angel


Dark Star
April 17, 1972
Tivolis Koncertsal

great one.... stays quiet for long, gorgeus jam. Godchaux comes alive and sends the whole thing into a globed igloo spherick. Seems to make soft puppy pileons and goldie rainbows through instrumental perfection. Billy catches everything and the invigorating coolness of a lite space into more jazz-rock with pig and soaring jer.
The Other One
April 11, 1972
Newcastle City Hall

Good ole grate, autobahn E72 TOO, wavyness and caves. Playfully painting each other's sentences like fawns, drifting askew, chronically in the other's blood streams from the same cauldron. Siamese twins bringing their own young to life. This to1 has that dark star searching for your keys side of the story cinematically offset by wondrously cheery lights. Interludes
Morning Dew
Dec. 31, 1972
Winterland Arena

Swampy and charged up
The Other One
Dec. 31, 1972
Winterland Arena

Firecracker Truckin'>TO1, this one dazzles with implied fury and organized brilliance, the transitional stuff is second to none. 69 and 72 are really The Years for the other one , this one is absolutely menacing in scope but tender and focused on only the insanest chops in its heady execution. Lesh firing on all cylinders with his Jimmy Garrison and avant shit. A la the direction a volcanic Truckin' usually goes when associated with wharf rat or morning dew, the playing here could document the masses commuting to and fro in a sad chapbook of slides, movements to consider separately as well as in their whole. Group playing oscillates overall between lovey SF frolicking and full on goopy squall. There carries forth a New Year's Day concept of a communistic utopian overworld where new ideas are followed through to purest momentums, elemental forms. Rhythm section duet is sick throughout. Really love Bill's consciousness, phil on the guild is unstoppable. Gets into classic spiralling psych and punks out for a few. Formlessness invites great humor into this mammoth TO1. it's an intense version that'll never go to waste for your buck. Feels like a mural of an austere bedroom tryptych coupled on either side by the trees and icy stream, and sunny bus stops, and the brutalities of war and plundering, festooned by the artist's sweaty glaze and between zombie glimpses in some sort of speedy shutter time lapse artifice
Playin' In The Band
Dec. 31, 1978
Winterland Arena

fitting elegiac version. An inked sapphire pool underneath icicles in the cherubic spring heat.