- Grateful Dead Tour Journal 1973 | Rock and Roll Nerd
- The Truth Behind Colitas and Hotel California | Don'stuff
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Grateful Dead Tour Journal 1973 | Rock and Roll Nerd
Lerry’s favorite quote from internet about this show:
“you are the reason the democrats cannot get elected to office.”
The Truth Behind Colitas and Hotel California | Don'stuff
Ed: Another totally solid show, but not quite stealie-worthy in my opinion, marred by a second set weather anchor. We’re still descending from the mountaintop. Couple of random notes:
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To call him Bobby “Blue” Bland always seems so redundant to me–like, as if he could be heard for so much as eight bars and you wouldn’t know that this was his core, his essence and, one way or another, a heap of your own. But you can make too much of this essentialism–finally, you know Bobby Bland’s name and music less well because he was like his audience: He was a key voice of the black Southern working class from the ’55s onward. His role was to play the shouter from the anonymous ranks, the totally heart broken man among an all-but-totally heart broken folk. (And of course, once in a while, shouting with exuberance all the greater because of that every day heartbreak.)
BRIETEL: Okay. Let’s bring this into the present. Who exactly have you been listening to these days?
Then all those beach music records, a steady stream of them it seemed like, as they worked the Carolina beaches. Just dance grooves—I never found a great song in any of those various albums they did for little labels down there. Never found any bad songs, either. Which is tougher than it might seem.
So I will never miss Lou Reed, he will be with me until I can’t hear that gorgeous guitar intro and then “Standin’ on the corner.” all the way through to “and it’s all right now / Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby,” babbling off into semi-coherence anymore.
Drugs, yeah, he took drugs, including all the wrong ones. He was a pretty bad mess, with a drug habit he did not discard for a very, very long time. He never tried to hide it much. One afternoon at Creem , which was living quarters as well as office space, he borrowed a bedroom for a nap. I went down to wake him up a few hours later and there he lay, sprawled out with his works neatly arranged beside him. Still breathing, but I sure the hell wasn’t gonna be the one to try to wake him up.
Good to know (the Eagles were a pretty wild bunch)!
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