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Mexicali Blues
March 24, 1973
The Spectrum

'73 Mexicali? Smokesville, USA.
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Loser
March 24, 1973
The Spectrum

Heavens! It took a Dave's Picks to get this on the board! Soft, seductive, dark, and pretty much perfectly realized. Guitar break: shit yeah.
3
Estimated Prophet
Dec. 29, 1977
Winterland Arena

Bold, sharp, confident version with plenty of 1977 squoosh. This version has that great '77 restraint with Garcia speaking in MuTron tongues.
6
Brown Eyed Women
Oct. 29, 1973
Kiel Auditorium

Attention. To. Detail. - ESP Weir. Not the world's greatest recording, but the band is bubbly & effortless.
3
China Cat Sunflower -> I Know You Rider
July 31, 1971
Yale Bowl, Yale University

Listened to this on a big PA outside over the summer and it's so alive, athletic, and filled with beautiful instrumental cross-talk. Improv!

Comments

The Other One
Sept. 28, 1972
Stanley Theatre

Insane early-part excursion where Lesh's cushiony bass clears the path for Weir and Garcia who are in tip/top form. Group might be at its improvisation peak right around this time, which is why this is such a primo time period for the Other One. Goes well with a Silver City Tropic Haze IPA. 6.4% abv.
U.S. Blues (Wave That Flag)
June 23, 1974
Jai-Alai Fronton

Top fucking sleeve! A nearly epic US Blues.
Dark Star
June 23, 1974
Jai-Alai Fronton

Abstract, but there's some serious architecture, too! Lesh is in your lap and his conversation with Garcia and Godchaux over the beginning is prime stuff. The abstract areas are a soundtrack.
Jack Straw
Dec. 29, 1977
Winterland Arena

DS67 - you said it!
Black Throated Wind
June 23, 1974
Jai-Alai Fronton

Kreutzmann is a master - derailed later somewhat by Hart's return. Hart's a groovy percussionist - he's not a drummer; he can't find the 1. Nearly ever. BK, on the other hand, is a subtle, understated, sneaky drummer. One of my favorites. By this night in Miami, Kreutzmann had perfected those sprightly snare fills. He could (and would) swing like an absolute motherfucker. This number's a good example. And Lesh is pretty much in my room. Hands off the snacks, Phil!