A curious Cat peekin' through some Good Lovin'. Not an epic CCS per se, but the transitions in 'n out are as smooth as a Michael Jordan layup. Unique.

We can only wonder...

Not too much Tiny Tim and Jerry's solo blooms nicely.

A slightly brisk and jaunty version that is smack-dab in the middle of a TOO. More bluesy rock than ponderous and Faulknerian (?).

Jerry's early tone is sweetly acerbic, and pleases like the burn from a swig of crisp Coke on a hot day. Seamless transition into 'The Eleven'.

One of those 'I wish it would never end' outro jams. Also makes me wish that WRS would be broken into multiple tracks on official releases, as I'm not immortal and I want to get to the heart of the matter as quickly as possible with this stuff sometimes (although WRS Parts 1 and 2 are perfectly fine here). Nevertheless, I am impressed by this version, as well as by the show in general.

From an email written by R. Hunter to Jerry one year after the latter's death: 'Obviously, faith in the underlying vision which spawned the Grateful Dead might be hard to muster for those who weren't part of the all night rap sessions circa 1960-61 ... sessions that picked up the next morning at Kepler's bookstore then headed over to the Stanford cellar or St. Mike's to continue over coffee and guitars. There were no hippies in those days and the beats had bellied up. There was only us vs. 50's consciousness. There no jobs to be had if we wanted them. Just folk music and tremendous dreams. Yeah, we dreamed our way here. I trust it. So did you. Not so long ago we wrote a song about all that, and you sang it like a prayer. The Days Between. Last song we ever wrote.' Here is a link with the full letter: https://archive.org/post/318384/jerry-eulogy-request Thanks to bluedevil. (edit)

From an email written by R. Hunter to Jerry one year after the latter's death: 'Obviously, faith in the underlying vision which spawned the Grateful Dead might be hard to muster for those who weren't part of the all night rap sessions circa 1960-61 ... sessions that picked up the next morning at Kepler's bookstore then headed over to the Stanford cellar or St. Mike's to continue over coffee and guitars. There were no hippies in those days and the beats had bellied up. There was only us vs. 50's consciousness. There no jobs to be had if we wanted them. Just folk music and tremendous dreams. Yeah, we dreamed our way here. I trust it. So did you. Not so long ago we wrote a song about all that, and you sang it like a prayer. The Days Between. Last song we ever wrote.' Here is a link with the full letter: https://archive.org/post/318384/jerry-eulogy-request Thanks to bluedevil.

More tender than stark and a nice outro to wrap it up.

Retains interest throughout each of its comprising movements.