Jerry and Pigpen sing together in this one, and they brought the passion!

Constanten really adds to the texture of this, exciting feedback!

High intensity, coming in hot after a hot Caboose jam.

Powerful version. The vocal entrance at the end brings the house down, you can tell they're having fun; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gjjkcVIoys

Bob goes for it in the rap and Garcia smiles a bit. A fun latter day version, though it never jams out like mad. Video of it here! https://www.youtube

I have to clock in with a comment on this one again. I've been listening to nothing but this for the last few weeks, and i have come to the conclusion that this is the performance where they melted together 100%. It all takes place from about six minutes in until the 'calm-down' before the transition into GDTRFB at about 15:30. Try to track only one player throughout the whole thing, Grateful Challenge of the Day! When Jerry starts his repeating lick at 8:15 up until the 'release' queued by bobby at 8:40ish builds up to the most furious few minutes of jamming they did the whole Europe tour. Even if you compare the most primal Dead you got (10/12/68, 10/13/68, 10/20/68, 12/28/68 etc, look at the Eleven, Caution especially) to this in terms of fury, engangement and intensity, this one comes out on top, because by April '72 they mastered their craft. To conclude: Music is of course subjective, but some place i just have to draw the line. Listen through this thoroughly with a good pair of headphones; The most complex, intense and intertwining jam the Grateful Dead ever played. Here, i draw the line.

Listened to this while waking up today, it certainly got me out of bed fast. Jerrys voice on the verses is so charged you just know it'll go the distance (31 minutes to be exact.) '74 Truckins are on a completely different plane compared to any other.

God bless

Agreed Ernie5, Jerrys opening notes always remind me of snow-covered peaks.

Best Dancin' by far. The unification of the pre-hiatus Dancin' and the post-hiatus version in my eyes, after the (close to perfect) transition from Wharf Rat.