Dark Star
Sept. 19, 1970
Fillmore East
Required listening. From when the bell tolls to when the rhythm kicks and snares. From when the ground erupts with radiant energy to when the blue cold freezes over, to when, when the night collapses, everything silently, slowly, coalesces into nothingness, the quiet solitude of nothing, but as the layers proceed to dissipate and the structure returns; as the wholeness and harmony of beauty crawl back into fruition and yell and jump and probe the frozen turf before melting beneath layers of oozing kerosene, the final verse is reached. The dark whispers into the beaming radiance of melody, one of the greats, don't miss this.
