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Deep Elem Blues
May 1, 1970
Alfred College

Sweet opener. This is about where in the year the immortal Country Dead takes off: 6 hour shows, three sets, NRPS, what a time. This one's a beauty.
4
St. Stephen
April 24, 1970
Mammoth Gardens

The last DS>SS>11 ever, and doesn't disappoint. Sounds like they still had TC's celeste, even tho he'd already left. Perfect cannon shot, tight jam.
4
Friend of the Devil
April 24, 1970
Mammoth Gardens

Deep levels of intimacy on the AUDs here, and Jer's voice and playing are just spectacular. Brilliant fresh playing from a historic transitional era.
2
Turn On Your Love Light
April 11, 1970
Fillmore West

Incomplete show, but a perfect artifact preserves the LL in all its sweaty greasy glory. Pig's on form, the band is in swampfunk mode. All good here.
2
Turn On Your Love Light
April 9, 1970
Fillmore West

Pig asks some couple to "do something nasty" and to come up on stage, then the band almost soulds like they're starting Purple Haze. Wild times.

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.