
The more I review this music, the more I realize how little I know about it. I’ve been listening to the Grateful Dead since I was in high school. Though admittedly, the only record I had back then was Skeletons From the Closet. In college, a friend really turned me onto them, and by my senior year I was already collecting live tapes. That’s some thirty years of being a Deadhead. Yet I’m still discovering new stuff about them.
Or maybe rediscovering. I have an absolutely terrible memory. Many’s the time I’ll start watching what I think is a new-to-me movie only to realize halfway through that I’ve seen it before. Sometimes I go to log it on Letterboxd only to realize I’ve logged it before. I listen to a lot of live music, but I can’t keep track of which dates I’ve listened to. I have vague notions of time periods. With bands like the Grateful Dead, I can tell you some basic info about most years, but I can’t narrow it down any farther than that.
I know folks who can rattle off so much detailed information about their favorite bands. Mention Bob Dylan in the Fall of 1989, and they can tell you who was playing guitar or drums, which dates are the best, and how you shouldn’t miss that version of “Desolation Row” in Chicago. Or whatever. Me? I can give you a few years that I like, but that’s about it. And I can’t keep up with what songs were played when or that sort of thing.
I also pay very little attention to artists outside of their art. I rarely read biographies or behind-the-scenes stories. It isn’t that I don’t find some of that interesting; I just prefer to listen to the music play.
I say all this because as I listen to Dick’s Picks Vol. 3 and start to write about it, I realize how little I actually know about so much of it. I’m aware there were Dick’s Picks and that Dick was Dick Latvala, the Dead’s original archivist. And now there are Dave’s Picks, plus loads of other official releases. But I couldn’t name all those releases, and I couldn’t tell you what my favorite Dick’s Picks is. I’ve listened to some of them, even owned a few on CD, but I couldn’t tell you what those were now. I didn’t know this volume was released in 1995. That’s eight months after the release of Dick’s Picks, Vol. 2, and just two months after Hundred Year Hall. That’s three live releases in 1995. They’d only released five live albums in the previous five years. In the previous two and a half decades, they’d only released eight live albums. But from here on out, they’d keep up a steady pace. The cynic in me wants to note that they didn’t start releasing live albums so quickly until after Jerry died. All that good touring money dried up, so they started to cash in.
But the rest of me is just thrilled that they’ve put out such incredible music in pristine quality. And it isn’t like the rest of the band weren’t making bank touring in their various solo projects.
I often say that 1977 is my favorite year for the Grateful Dead. Like a lot of folks, one of the first live tapes I ever received was that Cornell show on 05/08/77. It knocked me out. From there, I grabbed a few more shows from that year, and then it became the first time I systematically tried to collect shows from anybody from any era. I still love 1972 and ‘73, 1990, and I’ve warmed to the early 1980s. 1969 packs a punch when I’m in the mood for it. But there is something special about 1977. The band was still flying high – at the top of their game. But they had more songs than they did in the early 1970s. Songs like “Scarlet Begonias” and “Fire on the Mountain” (matched together for the first time in 1977) or “Terrapin Station weren’t written in 1972. That gives the year a bump in my estimation. I’ve also mentioned before that I don’t tend to like it when the Dead get really far out there – when they explore the farthest reaches of space. And while they still do some of that in 1977, it isn’t quite as often or as annoying to my ears.
But really, you can hardly go wrong while listening to the Good Ole’ Grateful Dead.
Dick’s Picks Vol. 3, like the two volumes before it, cuts out several songs. This includes a pretty good chunk of the first set and a few songs from the second. But what’s left is crazy good.
It begins with a short version of “Funiculì, Funiculà,” the old Italian wedding song they used to warm up with. But quickly this turns into a rousing version of “The Music Never Stopped.” Donna Godchaux gets a lot of flak for her vocals (and Lord knows I’ve rolled my eyes at some of her cat-wailing in those “Playin’ in the Bands” but she’s in fine form here. She does an excellent job of singing off of Bob Weir’s lead. The closing jam of the song is incredible, ending with an intense crescendo of awesome.
“Sugaree” continues the awesome with a long, glorious first solo followed by a second jam that is initially led by Keith Godchaux’s excellent keyboard work. Jerry and the boys then take over and build and build and build until we finally get relief with the final verse. “Supplication” has this middle jam where Jerry and Bob almost harmonize with their guitars. It’s like Bob draws in pencil, then Jerry marks over it in marker, but he isn’t great at tracing, so he goes outside Bob’s lines in a fascinating way.
“Help on the Way>Slipknot” is great, and then the “Franklin’s Tower” closing jam is tremendous. When I first put this show on my phone, I somehow didn’t get “Franklin’s Tower” moved onto it. I was really confused when “Help>Slip” abruptly stopped and suddenly there was “Samson and Delilah.”
“Estimated Prophet” gets a lot of praise, and it is a good version, but Jerry leads with a lot of “wah wah” on his guitar, which I’ve never loved. “Eyes of the World” is very good. Not as robust as 1972 but still good. The last several minutes are Jerry searching for a song. The keys do the “Eyes” riff for a bit, then give up. Then the rest of the band more or less drops too. Eventually Jerry gives up and moves into “Wharf Rat.” The transition from “Wharf Rat” into “Terrapin Station” is really good. Weirdly, they do not play the “Lady with the Fan” beginning section of the song. I don’t think I’ve ever heard them do that before. This is especially weird since the song was still so new. They close out with an intense “Wharf Rat.”
One of the reasons I want to keep doing this is that I have such a terrible memory. Writing things down will help me remember. And then when I forget, I can go back and read these reviews. So far I’m thoroughly enjoying the process. I hope you are too.
You can see the full show setlist here, and read all the info on this disc here.


