I'm uncle sam, how do you do? Off and running tonight at Winterland, the premiere of US Blues.

Whopping late '77 version of this, the Dead intuitively coasting the waves of the atmosphere's collective imagination.

You know the guys are feelin' hot when they play this and here's a slow, down 'n' dirty groovy Winter 73 read of it

Straight-ahead gorgeous fun, clear, youthfully energizing and endearing version of this

Feel good version with tasty brent

Check the date and buckle up. Ravishing 10 minute modal space prologue, just having fun and aspiring for greatness. Screaming weir, Jerry invokes don cherry or charles lloyd in his controlled lunatic leaning towers, the incessant garbling of midi puts into balls out lounge lizards/zorn bonkazoid. Menacing!!! Pillows out into imaginative rainbows of possibility. UJB itself is characteristically excellent with translucently fluid mid-verse pocketing of ponderously dreamy lightning bolt rhythms and layers of attentive pastry in its romantic wake. Chamber mickey textures, simmering happy melanomic sand and shells of weave. Cast out from the rest, Geese migrating into heavier horizons of plinky afterglare of hippie manifestos, running for the communes of the nighty hills. Pitchforks and torches chase you to the dock by the town tribunal where you'll give up your gold pendant or fall to the crocs and sirens teething below. Maelstrom minor jam. This is an ewok version. If you need a 90's show, hit this sentimental, calm and wise deer creek run.

Notable, lesh names the game and the square dancers put on buzz lightyear country and western ambient high stepping for a long, wired prankish Matilda jam. Blown out, mega!!!!

well oiled, headlong into a mercury corrina

weir picks up the acoustic and imbues fresh laundry puzzle piece locked in and more mariokart, really nice lines from everyone... Midwest magic

always a treat. This set shows them comfortable and surveying their catalogue with precisely forlorn abandon.