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Candyman
July 12, 1976
Orpheum Theater

Spare, almost vulnerable take on this classic. Godchaux brings the church and Garcia brings the stained glass. An American beauty.
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Estimated Prophet
Jan. 30, 1978
Uptown Theater

You can hear the swagger in their mutterings before they play. And the performance bears that out. Sure, smooth, and effortless.
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It Must Have Been The Roses
Aug. 4, 1974
Philadelphia Civic Center

Letter perfect - the Godchauxs take this to a loftier level. Beautiful dynamic push-and-pull by the whole group.
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Tennessee Jed
May 25, 1972
Strand Lyceum

Planting the Flag of Civilization on this tight scorcher. New from factory - Inspector #9. Under penalty of law, this tag may not be YEAH GARCIA!
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Candyman
Jan. 31, 1978
Uptown Theater

Dreamy, motionless rendition on a sea of individual human reactions [audience tape]. A wonderful time for this gem.

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!