Sunday, March 29, 2020

Branford 3-29-90





Before the sixth song of the first set on March 29, 1990, in the Nassau Coliseum, Weir announced, “Well ok. We got a special guest tonight…You all want to welcome Branford Marsalis.” The applause would have been ten times louder if Dylan, Santana, or Pete Townsend were the special guest. Outside of name recognition as a member of a famous jazz family, it’s likely that few Deadheads were acquainted with Branford’s music. After this evening, he would become an instant legend in the eyes of Deadhead Nation.

Thanks to a Phil Lesh invite, Branford agreed to sit in with the Dead. Even though Branford wasn’t familiar with “Birdsong,” he blew sax that flowed with Jerry’s singing. His experience of touring with Sting came in handy. During the long jam, Branford was in his element, conversing and trading licks with Jerry. Garcia’s radiant smile indicated he was thrilled by the horn maestro’s virtuosity. Branford thought he was done for the night, but the band coaxed him into sitting in for the second set. It was obvious to all that Branford and the Dead were kindred musical spirits and this was an opportunity that had to be explored.
            Set two kicks in with “Eyes of the World,” and Branford knocks down sweeping melody lines as the song begins. His confidence is astounding. The “Eyes” tempo is perfect; slower than the speedy versions throughout most of the ’80s. The band creates space for Branford to drop in as he pleases, and as Garcia sings, Branford’s applying brush strokes.
A euphoric buzz filled the coliseum as Deadheads knew a young lion was on stage with the band. Stepping into the first solo, Jerry’s sound is robust and spirited and at the same time, intentionally subdued. As Branford plays in rhythm with the band, Garcia’s solo shares the genetic makeup of “Eyes” with his musical brother. Everything Branford needs to know is there: the emotions, colors, texture, and temperature of the tune. All great improvisers are keen listeners. Although Branford wasn’t familiar with “Eyes” when he stepped on stage, he absorbed the professor’s lesson.

            Without any visual or verbal cues, Garcia steps off and Branford glides in at the 3:35 mark. The next 90 seconds comprise my favorite solo by anyone not named Jerry Garcia. With the ease of Coltrane, Branford’s blowing and everyone in the Nassau Coliseum is glowing. Branford’s connecting riffs and licks in a rapturous vacuum à la Garcia in a language that any Deadhead can relish.
After scaling crescendo mountain, Deadheads roar and Jerry and Brent pick up the conversation. Jerry throws out a lead, Branford answers, and Brent pounces on that cue. Brent’s at his best here. This sublime give-and-take lasts ninety seconds, and there’s a final blast of joy from Branford right before Jerry sings, “There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away.”
            The first seven minutes of this “Eyes” is so spectacular, it obliterates the remaining ten minutes. Garcia switches on the MIDI effect in the middle of solo two. If you have Branford on stage, I’m not sure why you’d want your guitar to sound like a flute, but that’s the way Jerry was rolling in 1990. Commenting on Jerry’s MIDI experimentation, Branford said, “Jerry found a way to adapt to whatever the situation was and add a color. When he switched to the [MIDI] guitar synth, I never felt he needed it. Intrusion is too strong a word. It obstructed his sound.”
The outro solo contains clever fiddle-faddle between the musicians. The 3-29-90 “Eyes” is extraordinary and transcendent, and it’s also unbalanced because the opening segment soars into another dimension, and then gravity pulls it back to the Nassau Coliseum. What goes up must come down. A few different versions of this masterpiece have been officially released. My favorite mix is the superb recording that appears on the Without a Net compilation.

            Reversing the tradition, “Estimated Prophet” follows “Eyes.” Branford’s next astounding solo unfolds in the “Estimated” outro. There are few hints of what’s to come. Suddenly, the band authoritatively launches “Dark Star.” Branford recalls, “They started playing the song and the audience went absolutely apeshit. They went bananas. I’m looking at them going bananas and I’m going, ‘OK, this must be an anthem.’ Then I got all these telephone calls on my private number [from] Dead Heads. The phone would ring and I said, ‘How’d you get this number?’ and they’d say, ‘Don’t worry about it, we’re harmless, we just love the music.’”
            Branford had no idea people keep track of these things, but that was the first Estimated Prophet > Dark Star, and the first “Dark Star” of the year. In the prior decade, “Dark Star” was played once in ’81, once in ’84, and four times in late ’89. These offerings don’t come close to matching the majesty of the versions from Europe ’72, but they provided a manic thrill for those on hand. There’s reflexive interaction between Branford and the band in Nassau as they move towards the opening verse. This “Dark Star” is eighteen compelling minutes in length before it goes into Drums. The final segment sounds like Miles, McLaughlin, Shorter, and Corea jamming in a jazz joint.

This was an excerpt from Deadology: The 33 Essential Dates of Grateful Dead History

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Monday, March 23, 2020

Deadology: March 23




  “Scarlet Begonias” was born in the thick of the first set on March 23, 1974, in the Cow Palace, located in Daly City, on the border of San Francisco. Garcia’s feeling the lyrics and the sublime musical arrangement. The unhinged enthusiasm in Jerry’s voice is palpable as he growls, “I knew without asking she was into the blue-whose…I ain’t often right but I’ve never been wrong! It seldom turns out the way it does in the song. Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.” “Begonias” differed from the outlaw/drifter milieu that dominated Hunter/Garcia songs in the early ’70s. Hunter and Jerry were now writing songs that were unique to the Grateful Dead experience—flexible compositions with danceable grooves and room for improvisation built within. Later in the year, “Scarlet Begonias” would appear on Mars Hotel, and as they played the song throughout 74, the outro solo blossomed into an aural sensation. There’s no delight quite like a standalone “Scarlet.”
            A few tunes after the birth of “Begonias,” the Dead introduced a Weir/Barlow song, “Cassidy,” which pays homage to Barlow’s newborn daughter, Cassidy Law, and Neal Cassady, the revered Merry Prankster. Donna sings along with Bob as the song cautiously takes flight and abruptly ends in just over three minutes. “Cassidy” steadily became a better live song year after year. By the early ’80s, it became one of the band’s most anticipated first set numbers. After the rocky debut, the Dead unloaded on the always reliable and wonderfully expansive “China Cat” jam—an iconic ’74 treat. 

            Set two began with the final Playin’ > Uncle John’s > Morning Dew > Uncle John’s > Playin’ ensemble. This was the third performance of this loop de jour, which was born in the Winterland on 11-10-73. A week later the Dead visited Pauley Pavilion, where Deadhead Bill Walton and the UCLA Bruins were dominating the world of college basketball. In the house where coach John Wooden preached to his players about the benefits of enthusiasm, alertness, initiative, ambition. adaptability, and team spirit, the Grateful Dead exhibited all of those qualities, as if Wooden gave them a pep talk prior to the definitive performance of Playin’ > UJB > Dew > UJB > Playin’ on 11-17-73. The final version in Cow Palace was spectacular at times, but it didn’t have the effortless magnificence of 11-17-73. If I have one critical observation of the Cow Palace loop de jour, it’s that the final “Morning Dew” solo isn’t as satisfying as when the Dead finish it off with a momentous climax and Garcia’s final, “I guess it doesn’t matter anyway.”
            The other major unveiling in Cow Palace on 3-23-74 was the Wall of Sound, a state-of-the-art sound system that was as ambitious as it was cumbersome. The distortion-free concert gear, which allowed the band to monitor their own sound, was the brainchild of Owsley “Bear” Stanley. In addition to the benefits to the musicians, those who saw the Grateful Dead in 1974 had a dynamic audio experience, unlike anything else available to concertgoers at the time. The major downfall of the Wall of Sound was the cost and the manpower needed to drag this monstrosity from city to city. It was impossible for the band to continue touring with such a system, and when the Dead hit the road again in 1976, the sound system was simplified.
            The Grateful Dead temporarily retired from touring after their Winterland show on 10-20-74, but they returned to perform four individual shows the following year, the first coming on March 23, 1975, in Kezar Stadium in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park. Since the Dead were “retired,” the band was billed as Jerry Garcia and Friends for this appearance at the SNACK Benefit Concert. Mickey Hart was a member of the band again, and Merl Saunders joined the jam on keyboards. Also performing for this Bill Graham benefit to raise money for San Francisco students who had arts, sports, and culture funding cut from their school budget were the Doobie Brothers, Jefferson Starship, Joan Baez, Santana, and Neil Young. There was a surprise appearance as Bob Dylan and The Band joined Neil Young during his set. Adding to the surreal atmosphere, a few days before the benefit, it was discovered that there had been an accounting mistake, and the extracurricular school activities weren’t going to be cut. The proceeds of the benefit were donated elsewhere.
            SNACKS was broadcast on FM radio, and if one turned the show on while the Dead were playing, they might have thought they were listening to the fusion jazz of Weather Report. The thirty-two-minute instrumental segment begins with “Blues for Allah,” the title track of the album that they were in the process of recording. All the lyrics and arrangements for the album were created organically by the songwriters and the band in the studio. In Kezar Stadium, the repetitive opening chord sequence has an Arabian feel to it, ancient in nature. The segment they played this night would have set the perfect ambiance when they were playing in front of the Great Pyramids of Egypt in 1978.
            Before they broke into “Stronger Than Dirt or Milking the Turkey,” Merl and Keith traded keyboard licks as if they were on stage with Miles. “Milking the Turkey” is split by a drums solo. The group smokes throughout. They could have taken this acid jazz act with two drummers and two keyboardists on the road for a tour. Their innovative debut spins to a logical conclusion with a segue back to “Blues for Allah.” Garcia slices and dices with supreme confidence. The band finally uses the microphones to harmonize the melody line as “Blues for Allah” touches down. The strange new material was met with an enthusiastic response from the audience, and a “Johnny B. Goode” encore finished off this unique performance.
            Prior to embarking on their Europe ’72 adventure, the Dead played a seven-night residency in the Academy of Music. These were the last shows the band played in New York City until they played the Beacon Theatre in ’76. The third Academy show on March 23 may be the best of the Academy run. Psychedelic exhilaration fills the air as the Dead opens 3-23-72 with a surprise China Cat > Rider. Of the sixty-five versions of this combo played over 1972, this was the only time it was an opener. They went on to play an eighteen-song first set, a feat that was topped when they performed nineteen tunes during the opening set of the last Europe ’72 show in London’s Strand Lyceum.
            Halfway through the opening set, there’s a fluid rendition of Hank Williams’ “You Win Again.” Garcia effortlessly channels blues and country in his hypnotic San Francisco style—silky smooth singing with a piercing yet melodic guitar solo. Jerry had that uncanny ability to take an iconic tune and reinvent it in the spirit of the composer, thereby further shining a light on the magnificence of the original. “You Win Again” debuted in late 1971 and was performed for the last time on 9-28-72. With the influx of originals squeezing their way into the Dead’s touring repertoire, a few covers had to be dropped, but “You Win Again” always benefited any set it was in.
            If you find that twenty or thirty minutes of noodling in “Playin’ in the Band” is too much, then you’ll love the tight, ten-minute “Playin” that anchors the Academy’s final segment of the opening set. “Comes a Time,” “Bobby Mc Gee,” and “Casey Jones” close out the marathon set in triumphant fashion.
            A ripping “Truckin’” from the recently released American Beauty thrills the crowd after intermission. Following a lively “Ramble on Rose,” Pigpen delivers his new composition, “The Stranger (Two Souls in Communion).” It’s a poignant and beautiful yet haunting blues number that leaves us wondering what Pigpen was capable of if he had lived another twenty years. This version is good, but not as developed as the ones from Europe, where the band harmonizes with him. Pigpen had a busy night on 3-23-72, singing five tunes. Later in the set, there’s a two-verse “Dark Star” that’s not in the same class as the brilliant ones from Europe. NFA > GDTRFB > NFA burns the house down to complete another evening of Grateful Dead alchemy.
            Following an East Coast tour in March 1981, the band traveled to London for four concerts before heading on to West Germany for a show with The Who. These were their first European dates in seven years. The band would return to Europe for a longer tour in October, and they would play a second East Coast spring tour in May. It was a hectic year of travel, especially for Garcia, who was schlepping across America with the Jerry Garcia Band when the Dead were resting. March 23, 1981, was the third of four shows in London’s fabulous Rainbow Theater.
            A well-played opening set surges towards the end. Garcia thrills Londoners with his virtuosity during the second solo of “Sugaree.” On the heels of “Sugaree,” lightning strikes again as Garcia and mates unload a whirlwind of psychedelic fusion that jolts the Rainbow Theater during Lazy Lightning > Supplication. This creative song sequencing continues in set two.
            The furious end to the first set was balanced by a peaceful “Birdsong” liftoff for set two. The instrumental exploration is long and thorough as Garcia chirps and whistles away as Brent’s keyboards fill the space between and enrich the aural atmosphere. Effortlessly shifting gears, the band rocks a thunderous “Samson and Delilah,” and then Jerry lulls the show back to a dreamlike trance with a gorgeous “To Lay Me Down,” which was written by Hunter in England ten years earlier. The Garciafest continues with “Terrapin Station,” and a “Stella Blue” on the “Other One” side of drums. “Sugar Magnolia” pounds the set to closure, and the show is topped with a “Casey Jones” encore, a rarity in the ’80s.
            One thing that changed during the ’80s, way before the Dead’s popularity exploded due to their first hit song, “Touch of Grey,” was the knowledge and passion of their fanbase. When springtime beckoned, thousands of Deadheads prepared for the ritual of the East Coast tour. Some of us would make one or two road trips to catch four or five shows, others would roll with the entire tour. And by 1984, there was an officially sanctioned taping section, which meant that if you were traveling with a taper, you’d be listening to that night’s concert on the way home, and if there was something worthwhile on the tape, your taper friend would dub you a copy of the show the next day. This underground culture bred incredible passion for the music, to the point where the shows developed the feel of a religious ceremony.
            March 23, 1986 was my 100th Grateful Dead show, and I knew it would be special, as if somehow, while on stage in the Philadelphia Spectrum, Garcia would pick up on this vibe and play something to commemorate the occasion. To a thunderous roar they opened the show with “Gimme Some Lovin’” and stunned the delirious crowd with “Deal” in the second spot. During this decade, “Deal” was almost exclusively the last song of the first set. The crowd knows the band’s every move and they voice raw excitement as Jerry triggers the big jam. When Garcia starts to peel off some screeching climactic notes, his devotees respond as one. Now Garcia knows what this crowd likes and builds an increasingly emotional solo around that motif, and everyone in the Spectrum goes nuts. It’s a killer jam, especially this early in the set, and those of us who cherish the tapes know this is a keeper.
            Moving on with another unlikely selection, Weir sings the Dead’s second rendition of “Willie and the Hand Jive,” a Johnny Otis hit from 1958. The crowd’s delighted, but when Garcia noodles the tuning of “Candyman,” the Philly Deadheads go bonkers as they immediately identify the ballad. This is one of those nights where Garcia savors every line and syllable as much as his devotees. The emotion reaches a fever pitch on the final verse: “Hand me my old guitar. Pass the whiskey round, won’t you tell EVERYBODY YOU MEET that the CANDYMAN’S in TOW-OWNN!” Garcia’s stunning delivery still gives me goose bumps every time I hear it on tape, as well as hearing the rapturous roar of the crowd.
            The relationship between the Dead and their fans was always unlike any other bond between musicians and fans, and by 1986, this connection fueled the performances. There was no way a performance of “Candyman” in 1977 could be as profound and animated as the one from 3-23-86. Let’s estimate that by 1977 that one-third of a given audience knew every word of “Candyman.” By 1986, I’d say that three out of every four people in The Spectrum knew every nuance of “Candyman” and had listened to many more live versions of the song than the fans from 1977. Deadheads on tour knew these songs more intimately than folks who regularly went to church or synagogue knew their prayers. This didn’t make the music better than it was during the Dead’s prime; however, it gave the Dead’s music a spiritual urgency and a needed boost on certain nights.
            The first set of 3-23-86 also features spirited performances of “Cassidy” and “West L.A. Fadeaway.” A transcendent “Comes a Time” brings glory to what otherwise would be just another solid second set. Garcia digs deep and delivers a moving vocal filled with compassion, sadness, and hope. It’s a voice of wounded grace as Jerry croons through a compromised larynx, imbuing this performance with an aura of heroism. The between-verse solo and the outro jam into “Good Lovin’” match the emotional texture of the vocal. Garcia’s licks crackle, creak, and croak in a linear stream.
            When “Comes a Time” clicked, it could give off the illusion of stopping time in its tracks, and the 3-23-86 version possesses that quality, as does the versions from May ’77. Of the majestic slow numbers that Jerry featured after drums, “Comes a Time” was the rarest, and my favorite behind “Morning Dew.” After 1986, “Comes a Time” was only performed seven times. It’s odd because this fit in with the slower-tempo tunes Jerry favored after his coma. “Comes a Time” was a heartfelt number that was emotionally draining, and perhaps Jerry didn’t want to run the risk of dragging it through the mud. March 23, 1986, was my last “Comes a Time.” Gotta make it somehow on the dreams we still believe.
For more on the other March 23 shows, and other essential dates in GD History, check out: Deadology

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