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Scarlet Begonias
July 29, 1974
Capitol Center

Everything's perfect and beautiful in this one. Can we just say "All Scarlets from Summer '74 are epically heady", cause I don't know a bad one.
16
Playin' In The Band
July 27, 1974
Civic Center

As brilliant an example of Billy K's genius as I know on the Archive. Great meltdown, too. Put it in the same category as 02.12.73. It's that good.
8
Me and Bobby McGee
July 27, 1974
Civic Center

Starts simply enough, then around the four-minute mark just explodes into a beautiful carnival funride of musical unity and sweet sweet soul.
4
It Must Have Been The Roses
July 27, 1974
Civic Center

Very sweet and right out of a grooving MHUT. Summer '74 is chock-full of goodness, and this Roses doesn't disappoint one little bit.
15
Row Jimmy
Feb. 15, 1973
Dane County Coliseum

2nd ever, very interesting. Sounds like they're working out the feel, quite uptempo almost rocksteady (not reggae, yo) beat.

Comments

Truckin'
Dec. 15, 1972
Long Beach Arena

Almost unlistenable tape speed problems, and I'll listen to absolutely everything. Sounds like the batteries were dying, with all the slowing down and speeding up. That said, the unique jam afterwards doesn't seem to have the same problem, and is interesting, driven, and wondrously beautiful.
He's Gone
Dec. 15, 1972
Long Beach Arena

Beautiful description, Nonoyolker. Couldn't say it better myself.
The Other One
Dec. 12, 1972
Winterland Arena

Unthinkably underrated heads. Get into it. Starts out a bit loose, but around the 10 minute mark tips into enormous territory. Check it out. Special shout out for Billy who, following a solo with just Phil, drives this one with liquid ferocity.
Tennessee Jed
Dec. 12, 1972
Winterland Arena

Jerry brings in that steam-whistle twang and kicks this version up nicely.
Bird Song
Dec. 12, 1972
Winterland Arena

If you find yourself somehow soaring through time, gently banking to and fro on the slight twitch and lift of the wings of a wandering bird, passing over swirling clouds and gazing down on the beautiful land and the glorious sun as it descends into the sea, don't worry and have no fear: It's just the song in all its magic, in all its beauty, and the finest band in the land, just doing what they do.