Accompanied by David Bromberg, Bob Dylan was
in attendance for the Dead’s three-set extravaganza on 7-18-72 in Roosevelt
Stadium, Jersey City. Primarily used as a Minor League ballpark since it opened
in 1937, Roosevelt Stadium had a capacity of 24,000. Chicago played the first
concert in this venue five days before the Dead’s debut on July 18. Right
across the river from Manhattan, this stadium became a summer haven for
fanatical New York City Deadheads as they had the opportunity to see their
heroes play six shows there between ’72–’76. Roosevelt Stadium hosted a few championship
boxing matches and fifteen home games for the Brooklyn Dodgers, but the
stadium’s lasting legacy is the transcendent music performed by the Grateful
Dead.
Pigpen’s final performance with the band was
in the Hollywood Bowl on 6-17-72. Pigpen’s presence could never be replaced,
but as the Dead moved into a new era, they had more than enough new material to
fill the void. This Roosevelt Stadium appearance was their second since
Pigpen’s departure. The show is off to the races with “Bertha,” and “Birdsong”
soars. Garcia’s one with the universe as he sings and picks a tangy “Sugaree.”
After warm-up covers between the Hunter/Garcia
compositions, Weir proudly performs one of his new gems written with John Perry
Barlow, “Black-Throated Wind.” I first came across this as a filler on one of
my earliest bootleg tapes. I flipped out over this version, listening to it
repeatedly, not realizing it was from 7-18-72. A decade or so later, I acquired
the Roosevelt show on four CDs, and when I heard “Black-Throated Wind,” I
instantly knew this was the immaculate version. The tempo is scary-perfect; no
other “BTW” moves along and creates this breathless anticipation. As Weir
channels the first verse, the listener can stand in the narrator’s shoes and
absorb “the highway, the moon, the clouds and the stars.” Weir sings the chorus
with absolute conviction, bringing the song alive like a seasoned blues
troubadour.
In response to “I left St. Louis, City of
Blues,” Garcia’s guitar licks bleed the blues. The one blemish to this version
is technical. Keith’s piano emanates a crackling sound as this verse plays out.
It’s a recurring problem that’s remedied in time for set two. Weir’s passionate
singing continues in verse three: “So I give you my eyes, and all of their
lies. Please help them to learn as well as to see.” Keith chops away as Weir
howls, “Going, going, back home that’s what I’m going to do.” Halfway through
Weir’s repetitive pleas, Garcia makes a grand entrance, firing off breathtaking
runs in response to Weir’s wizardry. Since I discovered the 7-18-72 “BTW,” I
hoped I would find another one as gripping all the way through. There are many
enjoyable renditions, but sometimes the timing’s off in places or it lacks the
consistency of 7-18-72. “BTW” is a great song, but it never flowed easily like
“Jack Straw.” Maybe that’s why the band dropped it from the rotation for
sixteen years.
China Cat > Rider swiftly follows in the
magnificent breeze of “Black-Throated Wind.” Jerry’s guitar has an ornery tone,
yet there’s a mellifluous flow to the solos. With the twelfth song of the set,
the band rolls out their third version of “Stella Blue.” Garcia sings Hunter’s
new lyrics with a loving feeling—the words resonate. Unlike early, quick-paced
versions of “Tennessee Jed” and “Wharf Rat,” “Stella Blue” rolls slow, like a
soothing dream. “Casey Jones” steers the fourteen-song set to an exhilarating
conclusion.
Set two commences with the debut pairing of
Truckin’ > Dark Star. Roosevelt Stadium is reelin’ and rockin’ in the ragin’
“Truckin’” jam as Keith and Jerry mess around with some call-and-response.
Garcia’s fixated on the simple pleasures of guitar playing, sinking his teeth
into certain riffs and building them into powerful sequences using his
repetitive lick-with-slight-variations motif against the band’s jackhammer
groove. Simultaneously, Garcia’s conversing with himself, his bandmates, and
the audience. After a reprise of the last “Truckin’” verse, a rocking crescendo
suddenly collapses and pivots towards “Dark Star.” A sophisticated two-minute
“Dark Star” prelude changes the ambiance of the ceremony, and then comes the
signature lick that ignites the celestial exploration.
There’s a warm, embryonic flow early on as
Garcia strikes with impressive runs that leave just enough open space to create
that polished/hypnotic “Dark Star” vibe that they established on the European
tour. But this is Dark Star Country—an outdoor gig on a hot summer’s night in
front of zealous New York City Deadheads. This would be a sufficient opening
jam if Jerry cut to the first verse after nine minutes. However, Garcia raises
the stakes and unloads some of the hottest sustained guitar work in any “Dark
Star.” The energy of the preceding “Truckin’” still burns within this jam.
Garcia expands upon that earlier repetitive lick/slight variation mode as the
band storms forward. Kreutzmann’s ability to sense Jerry’s intentions are
essential to this masterpiece. The tension is released with the singing of the first
verse after sixteen minutes. Dylan, Bromberg, and the fortunate Deadheads in
attendance on 7-18-72 had never seen or heard anything like that before.
The second jam evolves into a more typical ’72
“Star” structure. Lesh and Jerry frantically manipulate their magic wands as
cosmic energy swirls—minds leave bodies in Jersey City. After the psychedelic
exorcism, “Dark Star” tumbles into the compassionate calm of “Comes a Time.”
The four-song segment/set is closed out by the feelgood rush of a surging
“Sugar Magnolia.” This timeless masterpiece of original compositions is
balanced, beginning and ending with Weir’s rockers, and the Jerry tunes within
go places only the Dead could dream of.
The mojo rolls on in Roosevelt Stadium during
set three with a lovely “Ramble on Rose” opener. “Greatest Story Ever Told” is
hot without Donna’s mid-jam screams. And then the band plays their second-ever
version of “Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodeloo.” It’s a spirited performance
with concise jams. “Sing Me Back Home” is delivered like a soft prayer, and Not
Fade Away > Goin’ Down the Road Feelin’ Bad > Not Fade Away rocks the
socks off Jersey City, blows it to smithereens. In any discussion of all-time
great shows, 7-18-72 Roosevelt Stadium must be considered.
Four years later, one of the best shows of
1976 was played on this date in San Francisco’s Orpheum Theatre. This show was
among my first dozen tapes, and I can still recall my artistic red penmanship
on the cover of that Maxell. However, over the last thirty years, I probably
only heard this show a couple of times. I was sure of the tape’s excellence;
however, this is a performance I really didn’t know, if that makes any sense. I
was excited to put this show under the microscope for a reexamination.
“Mississippi Half-Step” starts the festivities
on 7-18-76. The first significant performance is the fifth selection, “Scarlet
Begonias.” There’s a danceable certainty to the groove that is anchored by
Phil’s bubbling bass lines. Garcia gleefully channels Hunter’s poetic muse. The
extended outro starts out serene and builds as Garcia snorkels along, a scuba
diver observing a coral reef. You can sense the possibility of this taking off
into something major (which it does the following year when it meets “Fire on
the Mountain”). There’s a colorful, free-flowing aura to this jam. The penultimate
song of the set, “Music Never Stopped,” is one the best versions in the year of
its birth, when it was played frequently. A spry “Might as Well” closes the
set. These versions from ’76 and the few from ’77 are the best. When the song was
reintroduced into the lineup in the ‘80s, it had a cookie-cutter feel to it.
Keith’s stealth piano playing was a major catalyst for “Might as Well.”
The loop de jour of 7-18-76 takes flight with
the fifth tune of set two, “Let it Grow.” An unusual-sounding chord riff sets
it in motion, and the fluid guitar work probes as “Let it Grow” lands in Drums
and reprises back to the final chorus. As Garcia noodles the outro, Phil and
Bobby strike up a jazz chord progression that spurs Garcia to intensify his
noodling. The tantalizing jam slowly segues into “Wharf Rat.” As the band makes
these transitions in ’76, some critics have noted that having two drummers made
the process slower and took some of the energy out of the music. By ’77, the
band was segueing in the fast lane. The profusion of distinctive styles within
the same basic musical philosophy makes the Grateful Dead’s live archive
eternally compelling.
A leisurely “Rat” outro fades into a drum
intro for “The Other One.” This is the beginning of a St. Stephen > Not Fade
Away > St. Stephen sandwich inside a majestic Other One loop: The Other One
> St. Stephen > Not Fade Away > St. Stephen > The Wheel > The
Other One. Swirling with a contained focus, “The Other One” merely sets the
stage for “St. Stephen.” This is a rare pairing, and it’s the last time these
songs were hitched. “Not Fade Away” is merely methodical inside a hot “St.
Stephen.” Once again, the drummers lead the transition into an outstanding
“Wheel.” In addition to reacquainting themselves with dueling drummers, the
Dead were experimenting with weaving their new compositions into the mystical
tapestry of their second sets.
As the rotation of “The Wheel” slows, Phil
ignites a return to “The Other One.” This makes for a clean connection to a
stunning “Stella Blue” with a pleasing outro, and “Sugar Magnolia” rocks the
set to sleep. On the anniversary of the three-set 7-18-72 Roosevelt Stadium
spectacular, the crowd ironically chants: “One more set.” The Dead encore with
“Johnny B. Goode.” The 7-18-76 loop de jour earns an A+ for creativity, and an
A- for performance and execution. While Deadheads experienced near perfection
in the Orpheum Theatre, those watching the Montreal Summer Olympics on 7-18-76
saw Romanian gymnast Nadia Comăneci score the first perfect 10 from the judges
in Olympic history.
For more on the other highlights from July 18,
including the 1982 Crazy Fingers breakout in Ventura, and the awesome Deer
Creek 1990 Morning Dew, checkout Deadology: The 33 Essential Dates of Grateful Dead History.
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