Ok, so, I know I just wrote a few weeks ago that I missed out on most of the new music from the 1990s because I was immersed in the music of the Grateful Dead, music from the late 60s through the mid 70s, and American roots music. Reading that post, you’d think that I regret those lost years, but I never intended to give that impression, nor did I intend to suggest that I’ve summarily rejected the music I so loved during the 90s.
Because, I have not, and depending on mood I continue to make my way back to that music, music that still inhabits a special place in my heart.
And so, today, after a sunny and breezy bicycle ride home from work, I checked Facebook and the Grateful Dead Page had posted a clip from the legendary Grateful Dead Movie, more specifically a performance of a song that happens to be THE song that I think of on sunny, breezy days, Eyes of the World.
Here, get it started and you can listen to it while you read the rest of this post below:
While this was shot indoors at the Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco, I’ll always remember Eyes from a quintessential outdoor show, on a sunny, breezy summer day at an amphitheater, where I danced amongst a sea of gyrating Deadheads, beach balls bouncing overhead, the jangly, jazzy song filling the air.
One thing about Deadheads, while we seem to have many things in common, we often have preferences for music from very different periods of the Dead’s career. Pigpen fans are devoted to stuff like 1969-1971 shows at the Fillmore East. Some folks feel that the leap the band made in 1972, adding Keith and Donna Jean Godchaux along with a whole new repertoire of songs that practically reinvented the band’s sound in a startlingly brief time frame, was unparalleled. Then there’s 1973, Keith’s fully integrated now and the band is so locked in that they start experimenting more and more with jazz and space. 1977, of course, contained a string of shows in May that many Deadheads believe were beyond compare, the band perfected. And finally, the 80’s and the popularity of the In The Dark album, which ushered in a whole new generation of followers.
And while I love music from all those periods, I have a soft spot for the under-appreciated, in my opinion, 1974. ’72 was like a rebirth, ’73 was growth and development, and ’74 was the first stage of maturity.
Have a great weekend, everyone, and long live the good old Grateful Dead!