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6
Black Peter
Dec. 19, 1969
Fillmore Auditorium

One of the first, and its strong and tight and powerful. Is there a bad show from Dec. '69?
2
Turn On Your Love Light
July 12, 1969
NY State Pavilion, Flushing Meadow Park

Goes way off the rails with Bobby, Pig, audience members and Phil all acting quite mad. Reminds me of some of the Acid Test recordings. A rarity.
4
The Eleven
July 12, 1969
NY State Pavilion, Flushing Meadow Park

Expanding over 14 minutes, this one covers different themes and vibes with great streches for soloing. Low-fi AUD.
4
Dark Star
July 12, 1969
NY State Pavilion, Flushing Meadow Park

Some AUD probs but a glowing, surging perfect slice of '69 Dead. Begins acoustically. A rare treat from under the radar.
2
Mountains of the Moon
July 12, 1969
NY State Pavilion, Flushing Meadow Park

Buried in bad AUD murk and hiss, this was the last one ever performed. It's longer, slower and beautiful. A gem for completist collectors only.

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.