Grateful Dead

Man Smart, Woman Smarter

I was sitting on the car’s hood drinking a Budweiser as Jim crept us down US-Route 20 towards Buffalo’s Rich Stadium to see the Grateful Dead during the Summer 1990 tour. Each dilapidated vehicle in the sloth-like motorcade around us had the windows rolled down and music sprouting from a local station playing a steady stream of Dead. We moved slow enough that I had conversations from my perch with other drivers as we passed, and those on foot were making as much ground as we were, maybe more. As I was irreverently soaking in the scene, the sounds, and the sun, I heard Man Smart, Woman Smarter for the first time. At that moment, I had two thoughts: 

  1. This is a fun Summer party song
  2. They’re right; I don’t see any women risking life and limb atop their automobile. 

A few hours later, we were treated to the same song for real, and the party was in full swing.

7-16-90 Rich Stadium

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On that July day in Buffalo, The Dead’s rendition of the 1930s calypso song had the Heads in a frenzy. Bobby takes the lead on the vocal … until Brent does, and the crowd loves it! His vocals added rock power to the band, and you can hear the drums lift to match his energy. I imagine this rhythm is a blast to play on drums, and at this point in the Dead’s history, Mickey and Billy had about a thousand drums on stage to generate sound from. It’s fun to hear how they work off each other in this setting. We also hear Jerry’s MIDI synth guitar rig on the solos, which first made its debut a year prior. Phil’s bass is driving, and Brent’s Hammond B3 radiates through the stadium’s summer air.

On this night all’s right with the world. Unfortunately that feeling was short lived as Brent passed away ten days later.

8-7-82 Alpine Valley Music Theater

Man Smart, Woman Smarter was added to the Dead’s repertoire in 1981, just a hint over halfway through their career with Jerry at the helm. While it isn’t a song that comes to mind first for most Heads, it was played over 200 times between ’81 and ’95, probably because it has the kind of swing that makes everyone want to dance.

This funky version from ’82 boogies with spicy interplay between Brent’s keys and Jerry’s guitar. I can get behind this. If this doesn’t make you look forward to Summer, I don’t know what will.

9-18-1987 Madison Square Garden

This is a party. But if you’ve ever seen a rock show at MSG, then you won’t be surprised. It has a big arena feel from the start. This version get’s props for the vocal breakdown at the end. Without Brent, I don’t believe they would have been able to pull it off. For the new guy, he was pretty good!

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China Cat Sunflower

In the pantheon of Grateful Dead music, it’s hard to overstate how essential China Cat Sunflower is to the catalog. There isn’t another song on earth that sounds like it. Consider that for a moment. What song sounds like China Cat Sunflower?

In art and music, there is a continuum throughout history. You can look at an artist or a piece of artwork and uncover its ancestors. For example, Pablo Picasso’s towering anti-war painting, Guernica, a masterpiece of 20th-century painting, was clearly influenced by painter Paul Cézanne, who influenced Cubist painter Georges Braque. The influence of these guys on Pablo is undeniable. You can see a thread of structural integrity across all these paintings.

Likewise, Elvis, often called The King of Rock and Roll, wouldn’t have been the king if it weren’t for The Godmother of Rock’n Roll, Sister Rosetta Tharpe. Little Richard considered her his “greatest influence.” Listen to the electricity ring through her gospel voice and R&B guitar, and try to convince me that rock came from Elvis. My point isn’t to knock Elvis; it is that there is a clear lineage that shows where he came from.

So, back to China Cat Sunflower – what is the ancestor? It seems singular, and not much in the art world is singular. That is not to say the creation of China Cat wasn’t influenced by previous work. Surely it was, but whatever influenced it has been obscured by the Dead’s astral approach to noise making. I always loved the quote, “The Dead aren’t the best at what they do; they are the only ones that do what they do.” China Cat Sunflower is a living embodiment of that sentiment.

So, while books could be written about the significance, intricacies, and nuances of this musical anomaly, I’ll leave it to you, the listener, to take in some China Cat Sunflower highlights through the ages. However, instead of going all chronological on this one, I will throw down the gauntlet and start hot.

6/26/1974 – Providence Civic Center

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This performance is a beast, and I’m recommending a way to listen to it. Try the following experiment using headphones; Pick a player, and follow them with your ears for a bit, then pick another player and follow them. See if you can devote some time to each musician.

Here is a roadmap to help set you up with this experiment. The first notes in the left ear are Jerry on guitar. Bobby is towards the right playing the classic China Cat riff. On the far right is Keith on Piano. Up top in the middle is Billy on drums, and down low, slightly left of Billy, is Phil on bass.

This might be difficult because each instrument is fighting for your brain’s attention as they seem to think they are each in the lead. However, the recording quality is excellent, and there is great separation between all the instruments. As you get better at this, you’ll hear all the instruments individually and simultaneously how they weave together and respond to each other. It’s like a grand optical illusion for your ears where depending on your focus things shift. The experiment is worth the effort because you will never hear the Dead the same if you get good at this.

Some other China Cat’s that you should listen to:

8-27-1972 Veneta, Oregon


Not only is this the one of the most revered China Cat’s from one of the most revered shows of all time, the show was also documented on film. If you’re not too distracted by the swinging dicks and the burnt boobied freaks, there is some great footage of the band unceremoniously ripping through this scorcher like it’s just another normal day in the sun. But as you can see, it is far from normal!

Not only was the music great, but the next time you are having a yogurt for breakfast, you can thank the Grateful Dead. The Veneta concert raised money to save a local farm that was ultimately responsible for distributing and making yogurt famous.

1-27-1968 Carousel Ballroom

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During 1968, firmly embedded in what is known as the “Primal Dead” era, the band played the Carousel Ballroom a dozen times. On this date, they played China Cat Sunflower for the first time, but from their blistering performance, you’d never know it was the first.

Instead of segueing into I Know You Rider, which became a standard through the decades, their maiden voyage of China Cat flowed seamlessly into the first performance of a song called The Eleven. This recording has the fuzz and grit of the late sixties and Tom Constanten on the Hammond B3 organ. This was a dangerous band in 1968, and you can hear that on this early China Cat.

7-17-89 Alpine Valley Music Theater

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Let’s jump to a late ’80s version of the song. Compared to the 3000 people ballrooms of the sixties, the Dead are now playing in 40,000-person outdoor amphitheaters like this one in Wisconsin.

Some other differences to note: There are now two drummers. The keyboard of choice is a piano combined with some synthesized sounds commonly heard in the ’80s. In addition, Garcia’s guitar sound was much different in the late ’80s and ’90s. He had developed a more staccato style of playing with short stabbing notes. He had also developed a way to quickly slide his finger down a string hitting a few notes rapidly, which became a signature sound of his late life guitar playing. A great example of this can be heard at 4:47 in this version.

So, there you have it. China Cat Sunflower through space and time, just the way the Dead intended it! Happy listening.

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Peggy O’

I have a love/hate relationship with Peggy O’. Of the 265 times it was played, there are perfunctory versions that would have you believe the song sucks. On the other hand, some versions are so sublime that some have commented that the song is likely on “God’s Jukebox.” 

The first Peggy O’ I ever heard was Englishtown 9-3-77. I was commuting to the local state college for evening education, and this was on repeat to and from every class. It later inspired me to record a Celtic/Bluegrass version of the song with my group, Stoneybatter Band.

I later performed my version of the song at a local Irish music session, and as soon as I hit the last chord of the song, an older woman with a harp started singing a similar-sounding folk song called, The Bonnie Lass o’ Fyve-io. As it turns out, the song I thought the Dead penned is actually an ancient Celtic song that Jerry Garcia adapted. Jerry was forever a student of all music and loved traditional music from around the world. He was also an early supporter of traditional Celtic music in America, inviting The Chieftains to open for his bluegrass band Old And In The Way in the early 70s.

The first known recording of the Dead’s Peggy O’ was 12-12-73.

12-12-73 The Omni

In their inaugural version, they play it with an upbeat swing shuffle feel, with drums accenting the backbeat. This approach makes it danceable and something you might tap along to, but it does sound like the first time they ever played it together.

In their second performance, 12-18-73, we hear the Dead already slowing the song down and hinting at the gorgeous ballad it would become. The first performance sounds like they are learning the fundamentals of the music, and, other than not playing it badly, there is nothing extraordinary about the performance. Kinda a beer break song. The second performance feels like music, where the exploration begins. Phil has more robust ideas, Jerry’s voice starts to settle in, and he, notably, takes two separate solos testing new directions. The band is also starting to understand the potential. You might have been disappointed if you were standing in the beer line for this charming version.

12-18-73 Curtis Hixon Convention Hall

It takes a few years for Peggy O’ to evolve from the shuffle to the beloved ballad of unrequited love that it became. 1977 seems to be a high tide year for Peggy O’, though ’78 does have some winners. It was played 27 times in ’77, second only to the 31 times in ’78. The fact that ’77 has more beauties than any other year shouldn’t surprise a seasoned Head, as many argue that 1977 was the best year for the Dead.

A nice Peggy O’ provides a platform for Jerry’s voice and guitar to squeeze as much color out of the ballad as possible. Too fast, and the opportunity is squandered. For example, 12-27-77 is satisfying in many ways but sacrifices some potential drama due to its slightly pushed tempo. However, the blistering solo in this version is hard to argue with. Compare this version with some of the somewhat slower versions from ’77, and you begin to get a feel for how subtle changes could morph a solid song into something of exquisite beauty.

12-27-77 Winterland Arena

In great Peggy O’s, we also hear Phil moving the bass line as a counterpoint to Jerry’s melodic prowess. The two lines move in different directions as if they have a life of their own but somehow seem to work together serendipitously.

A brilliant Peggy O’ has each instrument traveling its own path, but all connected to one head, like the tentacles of an octopus.

Of course, there is no such thing as “the best,” but with all that said, here are some versions that offer a window into how beautiful and entrancing this pretty Peggy O’ indeed was:

5/22/77 – The Sportatorium

This Peggy O’ has it all. It’s the octopus. If your hair doesn’t stand on end by the 4:20 mark of this gem, then we are listening to different things, and that’s ok.

Bill and Mickey set the train on its track from the start, and then Phil’s bass sets the tone for what’s to come. Jerry always said that if Phil was on, the band was on. Phil is on. With Phil holding down the bottom, Jerry can drop in and out as needed during the verse and achieve full lift-off during the solo. When Jerry felt creatively melodic, he was inspired to go a few extra rounds on a solo, each time getting progressively more potent with his note selection. In this version, he could have ended after round two, and everyone would have been happy, but he was feeling it and smokes the third repeat, and the band will not let him down while he’s doing it. Jerry’s voice has the fragile sadness of a weathered storyteller sharing his heartbreak. Bobby sings a subtle but perfectly in-tune harmony early in the song, rare for the Dead, and The Kid’s anti-rhythm guitar pokes in and out to accent empty moments between the vocals. The piano moves around like an unsuspecting riptide, and the drummers are not keeping time as much as they are groovin’ with purpose. A nice nuance in the drumming is Mickey’s marching band rudiments in the quiet verse towards the end of the song. It’s gooey Dead goodness at its best.

5/9/77 – War Memorial Auditorium

This is arguably one of the greatest shows ever, and the Peggy O’ doesn’t disappoint. It could be more gentle, contemplative, or slightly sadder than 5/22/77. A nice feature of this is the lovely piano that shines through. You can also hear those marching rudiments come through early in this song. Depending on your mood, this might be a more appealing version than 5/22/77. It’s worth comparing, and I’d always keep the station on if this were playing.

6/4/77 – The Forum

This one will challenge you a bit more as it is an Audience tape and not a Soundboard, and you get to hear little time capsules like the girl at the beginning wondering out loud if “We’ll ever hear China Cat again.” There is no soundboard available for this show, but many claim it is one of the great shows of 1977. The show has been a bit lost in time because of the audio quality. Where the others are a bit like keeping your peas and carrots separate on the plate, this is a hot steaming stew. However, if you let your ears adjust and picture yourself in the venue, with sound reflecting off the cavernous walls, you can hear a stellar Peggy O’. Maybe it is the fact that someone pointed a mic to Jerry’s guitar amp, or perhaps it is just that Jerry slays it, but the solo on this has a grit that the others don’t. If you were to argue that there was one sour note with this solo, it is the second one. He, amusingly, slides up to a note that is higher than he might have liked but immediately rights the ship and uses that moment to dig in and launch into something extraordinary. What Garcia is doing with this stunning solo is finding the melody around the melody. He navigates to the 3rds and 5ths above and below the melody, which has the effect of creating a new melody that is in perfect harmony with the primary melody. This type of musical counterpoint is very Baroque and was the hallmark of Bach, and Jerry finds it on the fly. It’s brilliant. At the end of this performance, you hear how joyous the audience feels about it all. Such a sweet moment. How nice it would have been to see this one live.

These are just a few of my favorites, but I’m curious to hear your thoughts. Happy listening!

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The Blackburnian

This is a tune that was published with our most recent book. We are experimenting with ways to offer free music. Click on the music below to access a free PDF download.

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A Year for the Birds

No doubt this year has been brutal in unprecedented ways, but one upside for me is that I’ve spent more time outside than any year since my youth. When you spend a lot of time outside you start to pay attention to “outside” things because, well, you’re spending so much damn time outside. Birds, they’re outside. Never paid much attention to them before. Couldn’t really identify them in the past. But this year, that all changed. For some embarrassing proof, I recently had this random bird conversation with a stranger I encountered as I was roving through the woods:

Stranger: “Just beyond the trees there’s a lake with Buffleheads”

Me: “Thanks, yeah, I saw the Buffleheads there last week, along with a Hooded Merganser”

Bufflehead 1-10-21

Hooded Merganser 1-3-21

I’m not sure how the stranger knew that I would know what a Bufflehead was, maybe it was the binoculars draped around my neck, but I can’t be sure.

For further proof, I was entering a bucolic field in the hometown of the American Revolution, Concord, MA, and a woman spritely said to me, “are you here to see the Bobolinks!?” Yes, I responded, but I suspect I’m a few weeks early and that the little voyagers may still be on a flight from Argentina.

How could she be so bold to assume I was there to see those rice eating “butter birds”? Maybe she had zoom lens envy.

Anyhow, I’m a bit embarrassed, but it may be official…it could be that I’m “a birder”. If anyone in my family had any lingering doubts about this, they may have been erased with the events that transpired today.

This morning, as I was frothing the cream for my latte, and swiping through Facebook to see what my nine-hundred and eleven “friends” were doing, I noticed a comment directed at me that read, “Congratulations – great shot!”. And then another with a simple graphic:

Confused, I swiped to the top of the post to find that I had won a photography contest for this photo:

Bald Eagle 3-13-21

I was perplexed because I hadn’t knowingly entered a photo contest. However, I had been submitting bird photos to a like-minded photo group on Facebook, which apparently picks a winner each month. Suffice it to say that I will now be putting “Award Winning Photographer” on my resume, and I plan to sit back while the royalty checks roll in.

All kidding aside, it feels healthy to get outside, and to be actively engaged in what is going on around you, whether it be 25 degrees or 70 degrees. There is a rhythm happening out there that we are largely unaware of. The ebb and flow of nature is happening everyday even if we’re not paying attention to it. It feels like a blessing to have the time and wherewithal to focus on it.

Anyhow, in no particular order (except for the Pileated Woodpeckers first ‘cuz they are freaking epic), here are the best or most interesting photos I’ve taken of each species I’ve seen…and be forewarned, not all are award-winning!

Pileated Woodpeckers


Tree Swallow

Mother Loon feeding baby

Leucistic Black-Capped Chickadee

Black-Capped Chickadee

Great Blue Heron Pair

House Finch – Male


House Finch – Female


Juvenile Cooper’s Hawk


Red-Winged Blackbird


Wood Duck Pair


Scarlet Tanger

Non-Mating American Goldfinch


American Goldfinch


Mute Swan


White-Throated Sparrow


House Sparrow

Song Sparrow


Chipping Sparrow


SavannahSparrow


White Breasted Nuthatch


Red Breasted Nuthatch


Red-Tailed Hawk


Northern Cardinal – Male


Northern Cardinal – Female


Eastern Bluebird


Mourning Dove


Downy Woodpecker


Hairy Woodpecker


Red-Bellied Woodpecker


Ring-Necked Duck


Mallard Duck – Female


Mallard Duck – Male


Tufted Titmouse


Eastern Phoebe


Ruby-Throated Hummingbird – Female


Ruby-throated Hummingbird – Male


Cowbird Pair


Common Merganser


Cedar Waxwing


Gray Catbird


House Wren


Carolina Wren


Rose-Breasted Grosbeak


Blue Jay


American Crow


Brown Creeper


Canada Goose


Common Grackle – Female

Northern Flicker


European Starling


Ring-Billed Gull


Rhode Island White Chicken

American Robin


Dark-Eyed Junco


American Kestrel


Osprey


Wild Turkey


Turkey Vulture


Eastern Phoebe


Palm Warbler


Northern Mockingbird

Kildeer

Double Crested Cormorant

Great Egret

Herring Gull

Great Black-backed Gull

Red-breasted Merganser

White-winged Scoter



Brant


Greater Yellowlegs


Yellow-rumped Warbler


Yellow Warbler


Common Yellowthroat


Blue-headed Vireo


EasternKingbird


Belted Kingfisher


Eastern Towhee


Ruby-crowned Kinglet


Warbling Vireo


Bufflehead at Sunset

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Cliff Haslam – New Album from BaconWorks Studio

I’m super excited to announce the release of the very first album from my BaconWorks Studio. The album captures an up-close and personal recording of the acclaimed Cliff Haslam, and is called Golden Golden.
 

Cliff, born just outside of Liverpool, England, has performed his unique brand of ballads, chanteys and old English folk songs in festivals all over the world. In addition, he has owned Monday evenings at the Grizwold Inn in Essex, CT for over forty years, and it’s an experience not to be missed.

This is Cliff’s second solo studio recording, though he is on many other live albums. His first solo album was released in 1983, so when he announced the arrival of this new record at this year’s Sea Music Festival in Mystic, CT, the audience erupted with applause, and someone yelled out, “Finally!”

 
 
     

It was a real honor and pleasure to work with Cliff on this recording, and I hope that anyone that listens gets as much joy out of the treasure that is Cliff Haslam as I do.

You can order this album directly from www.cliffhaslam.com, and I suspect it will be on CD Baby soon.

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Album Review – Throw Another Fife on the Fire

I’ve been waiting for an album like this for a long time. In the music industry they say that the best records have great performances of great material, with great engineering. If you nail those three things, you’ve got a winner. Throw Another Fife on the Fire, an album by a group called Confluence, checks off all these boxes masterfully.

I received my copy today, rushed home from work, and queued it up in my studio, where I can hear every glorious detail sparkling through the monitors.

The album is centered around the alluring fifing of Billy White, Kara Loyal, Emily Barone, and Troy Paolantonio. Anyone who has ever heard a fife knows how harsh an instrument it can be in the hands of the less experienced. Fortunatley the fifing on this album is not being performed by the less experienced. Instead, they are professionals in the truest sense, and the tonal quality of every track is lush and beautiful. Sometimes it is bright and happy, other times it is haunting and dark, but alway smooth, clean, and effortlessly performed. And for recording geeks like me, it is impeccably engineered.

The first track, which includes the classic Hey! Johnnie Cope Are You Waukin’ Yet?, might lead you to believe that this will be a traditional fife and drum album, something you might expect from the United States Army Old Guard Fife & Drum Corps. But I believe it is a well placed trap, as the performers are all present or past members of the illustrious aforementioned organization.

One measure into the fife duet of track two, performed by the very talented Billy White and Kara Loyal, will quickly have you rethinking what you thought this album was going to be. The track, entitled A Team, and many others, were written by Billy White. The duet, which starts off lively and in a minor key, has three movements, including a lovely melancholy second movement. The structure of the melodies, harmonies and movements immediately sets it apart from the traditional structures of fife music.

Track three takes another left turn down a moss covered cobble stone street leading you to a cozy pub, maybe in County Clare, where a guitar provides a heartbeat intro for a slow jig called Home Alone. The guitar, performed by Josh Dukes, who is one of the few Americans to win an All-Ireland championship on the instrument, compliments the jig with a perfectly understated rhythm. Josh’s talents appear throughout the album, including a swift reel where the tonal quality of his guitar is reminiscent of the great guitarist, John Doyal.

The space that is carved out in the first three tracks allows the musicians to explore a vast array of musical styles from Celtic, to Bluegrass, to Classical, and even a mixed meter Jazz oriented tune, that I admittedly wrote twenty-five years ago.  The performers deftly weave these styles together into a mesmerising tapestry that anyone would want to hang on their wall. Each track has its unique charm, and new musicians and new instruments are introduced throughout, all anchored by the fife. Have you heard a five string banjo or mandolin on a fife album before? You will on this album, and they’re performed by a seasoned master, Ryan Mullins. The color that his bluegrass-style playing brings to the album is undeniably gorgeous. His playing on The Eighteenth of December compliments the fife like a warm summer day.

Are there drums, you might be wondering? Yes, and they are brilliant. Dave Loyal and Mark Reilly have created beautiful tension, in a tune called Evil Olive, which loops back onto itself like a palindrome. Each track they are on is flawless, crisp, and well crafted.

In addition to Kara and Billy on the fifes, there is Emily Barone and Troy Paolantonio, who come to the fife through years of classical training the flute. Both are incredibly accomplished musicians with a long string of accolades, and both bring a sensibility to the fife that is essential for the complex material presented on this album. Their energy shines through on every duet, trio, and quartet they perform.

The album rounds out the way it began, with a nod to tradition. But this album also builds on the tradition of fifing and illustrates how a well placed guitar, banjo, or mandolin can bring something new to a musical form that is hundreds of years old. It is a grand addition to the catalog of fife and drum albums. It makes me happy, as good music should, and will get many rotations in my house.

You can find Throw Another Fife on the Fire on CD Baby.

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Live on WGBH!

I had the great pleasure of joining Skip McKinley and Dan Foster on Brian O’Donovan’s show, A Celtic Sojourn, on WGBH. Brian is a legend in the Celtic music world who has done more for the music in the United States than just about anyone. He’s an affable show host, deeply knowledgeable, and a master promoter. It’s a real honor to perform on his show.

The show was at the WGBH studio in the Boston Public Library. Here’s me with Brian in the background.

Out in front of the studio is the Newsfeed Cafe, which is a bright and lively place to grab a cup of coffee or a bite to eat while listening to tunes.

Here we are, lashing away.

A nice shot with Brian.

Lastly, here is an tune from our practice session prior to the performance: