A scorcher, love the energy on this one, really swingin'!

So, so tight! Holy shit! Spontanius combustion in the later half of this, my god. The video only makes it better!

Downright TRIBAL! If this had better sound quality it would be considered one of the best of '69. Helluva ride, clocking in at 42 minutes. Spin it!

Embryonic Good Lovin', but fascinating thinking of how Good Lovin' transformed over the next two years.

Sweet, sweet Pig. So laid back, this Easy Wind is sleazy as should be.

I have to clock in with a comment on this one again. I've been listening to nothing but this for the last few weeks, and i have come to the conclusion that this is the performance where they melted together 100%. It all takes place from about six minutes in until the 'calm-down' before the transition into GDTRFB at about 15:30. Try to track only one player throughout the whole thing, Grateful Challenge of the Day! When Jerry starts his repeating lick at 8:15 up until the 'release' queued by bobby at 8:40ish builds up to the most furious few minutes of jamming they did the whole Europe tour. Even if you compare the most primal Dead you got (10/12/68, 10/13/68, 10/20/68, 12/28/68 etc, look at the Eleven, Caution especially) to this in terms of fury, engangement and intensity, this one comes out on top, because by April '72 they mastered their craft. To conclude: Music is of course subjective, but some place i just have to draw the line. Listen through this thoroughly with a good pair of headphones; The most complex, intense and intertwining jam the Grateful Dead ever played. Here, i draw the line.

Listened to this while waking up today, it certainly got me out of bed fast. Jerrys voice on the verses is so charged you just know it'll go the distance (31 minutes to be exact.) '74 Truckins are on a completely different plane compared to any other.

God bless

Agreed Ernie5, Jerrys opening notes always remind me of snow-covered peaks.

Best Dancin' by far. The unification of the pre-hiatus Dancin' and the post-hiatus version in my eyes, after the (close to perfect) transition from Wharf Rat.