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He had a beautiful daughter, the truth to you I'll tell
Oh, the truth to you I'll tell
She had sweethearts aplenty, and men of high degree
But none but Jack the sailor, her true love there could be
Oh, her true love there could be
Jackie's gone a-sailing with trouble on his mind
He's left his native country, and his darling girl behind
Oh, his darling girl behind
She went down to a tailor's shop and dressed in mens' array
She climbed on board a vessel to convey herself away
Oh, to convey herself away.
Before you get on board, sir, your name we'd like to know
She smiled all in her countenance, "They call me Jack-A-Roe."
Oh, they call me Jack-A-Roe.
I see your waist is slender, your fingers they are small
Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannonball.
Oh, to face the cannonball.
I know my waist is slender, my fingers, they are small
But it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall
Oh, to see ten thousand fall.
The wars then being over, she went and looked around
Among the dead and wounded, her darling boy she found
Oh, her darling boy she found.
She picked him up all in her arms and carried him to the town
She sent for a physician who quickly healed his wounds
Oh, who quickly healed his wounds.
This couple, they got married, so well they did agree
This couple, they got married, so why don't you and me
Oh, so why don't you and me?
This is only one of a few Dead songs I prefer done by the Dead. Most of the time I like my Dead covered, if you know what I mean...
Grateful Dead is the backbone of Radio Paradise
You really didn't even bother a passing glance at the play stats that would say otherwise, did you? Just quickly look at R.E.M. and check the numbers vs the Dead...
Facts matter Doc...and if these guys were the backbone...you'd find me down at the metatarsals...and hoping for an amputation....
Grateful Dead is the backbone of Radio Paradise
I'm sorry, but I think that's a bit of a stretch. Too much other good music on here to give that designation to any one band or even genre of music. The "backbone" is the people choosing and broadcasting all this good stuff out to us in such a fine manner.
its friday
spring
Touche!
For me it was a Ford Fairmont, an uninspired 80's car of similar ilk, with some great backseat memories.
Phish is a great band. But when Jerry died it seemed like all the heads just switched over allegiance. I guess they needed a band to tour with, but for me it was too painful to do so.
I knew a family that had TWO Ford Fairmonts at the same time. Now, that's plodding!
You folks are ones to talk:
Nothing could be more plodding and boring than a K car:
And... Karaoke!
Hey, the K-car saved Chrysler's ass. And I had a lot of fun with girlfriends in my family's K-car.
Back to the Dead: I like 'em OK but this song has no voom. I understand it's a classic but I don't have to like it.
I'm sorry the Dead don't play anymore. I'd take them over Phish every time.
Touche!
For me it was a Ford Fairmont, an uninspired 80's car of similar ilk, with some great backseat memories.
Phish is a great band. But when Jerry died it seemed like all the heads just switched over allegiance. I guess they needed a band to tour with, but for me it was too painful to do so.
You folks are ones to talk:
Nothing could be more plodding and boring than a K car:
And... Karaoke!
Hey, the K-car saved Chrysler's ass. And I had a lot of fun with girlfriends in my family's K-car.
Back to the Dead: I like 'em OK but this song has no voom. I understand it's a classic but I don't have to like it.
I'm sorry the Dead don't play anymore. I'd take them over Phish every time.
My stepdad had one when he was dating my mother. It was not only a K car but it was freaking tan of all colors. I said, Um mom any man that drives something like that is totally unsuitable." LOL So what did she do? She married the mofo.
I always thought David Byrnes was the backbone of RP and the secret favorite of Bill!
You folks are ones to talk:
Nothing could be more plodding and boring than a K car:
And... Karaoke!
Hey, the K-car saved Chrysler's ass. And I had a lot of fun with girlfriends in my family's K-car.
Back to the Dead: I like 'em OK but this song has no voom. I understand it's a classic but I don't have to like it.
I'm sorry the Dead don't play anymore. I'd take them over Phish every time.
One thing is for certain, Jerry Garcia was a helluva guitar player. David Crosby's "Cowboy Movie" benefited greatly from his playing. And I consider Garcia's steel guitar work on "Laughing" some of the most indescribably perfect guitar I've ever heard.
Teddy Road
Try it sometime - might improve your disposition.
I just don't get the whole "They were great live" thing. In the studio their stuff could get tweaked and fixed,and is semi-palatable sometimes.
I saw them once, and they would have needed a hook and ladder firetruck,or maybe the space shuttle to climb up to the awful range. Just horrible and out of tune, but I wasn't on drugs that night,because I had hoped to learn something. Maybe if I was it would have been different.
Completely soured me on them.
Maybe those millions of fans over 3 decades and hundreds of sold out shows were just not as discerning as you. Bad shows happen for every band. Even more so when one goes to the show expecting one.
Does anybody else hear it?
I agree with you as I rated it a 2 after the first few notes based on an emotional reaction. 5 is better.
Really, it does.
KaraokeVox wrote:
ha ha ha
kcar wrote:
Seriously, though: this feels like Retirement Home Grateful Dead. Plodding, going through the motions...Finish your set before Lawrence Welk comes on, boys!
You folks are ones to talk:
Nothing could be more plodding and boring than a K car:
And... Karaoke!
ch83575 wrote:
kcar wrote:
Really, it does.
KaraokeVox wrote:
ha ha ha
Seriously, though: this feels like Retirement Home Grateful Dead. Plodding, going through the motions...Finish your set before Lawrence Welk comes on, boys!
Wow, you really don't know the Dead do you? One of the best and most classic Jerry tunes.
That's Garcia on vocals. Odd that you would cotton to "Jack-A-Roe," a song shrouded in the mists of time, quite likely British from the turn of the 19th century. The Bodleian Library includes a version of it in its collection of old English ballads under one of the many alternate titles, "Jack Munro."
Really, it does.
ha ha ha
Nice Spinal Tap reference! And I agree an under exposed and excellent Dead track!!
This comment is odd, based on your generally thoughtful and even often discerning comments. Obviously, one is free to like and/or dislike anything. However, your apparent take on the Dead and Garcia seems more like that of one who does not know the music but does know what he thinks he knows. I recall playing some live Dead concert tapes for an Irish colleague in Japan, who had considerable disdain for the group, and who found that he liked what I played. An informed and open-minded jury is always preferable to one that knows the answer before the question is posed.
Entire adventure was a tremendous growth opportunity. Hearts opened, mind expanded and gratitude awaken. All who truly experienced GD, don't forget. Much love and thank you!
Looking at the album cover you're not expecting something like this.
It's very possible that it was just one Grateful Dead song which went on for a few hours.
Long live the Dead.
My friend and I, having donned our rented inline skates, were rolling through Golden Gate Park. This was post, "hot dog cart / Jerry Sunday encounter". We headed down a stretch of road that had open grassy areas on either side with folks engaged in various recreational activities. Coming to a downhill stretch of road we gained a fair amount of speed for our fledgling skating abilities but managed to stay upright.
On my right I noticed a sign in the grass that read, "Free Mime Show!” Not thinking about how my voice would carry, I shouted back to my friend, "Free mime show?!?! Like anyone would pay for a mime show!”
Well... let's just say one of the mimes didn't preserve his mime-like silence. His protests trailed away as I continued to gain speed and distance but it was clear that he was heatedly admonishing me and pointing out the many virtues of mime and its place in the world as a serious art form. He had a very slight figure and a rather high-pitched voice. He gave chase with a rather tepid power walk of sorts, all the while waving his arms and screeching at me.
I will readily admit that I was insensitive but I also have to admit that it is one of my fondest memories. Had I been capable of stopping I would have done so, and apologized. Having rolled well out of his site I thought it best to just keep on rolling.
If I ever have a band, it will probably be called, “Free Mime Show”.
That's a great story.
Really, it does.
My friend and I, having donned our rented inline skates, were rolling through Golden Gate Park. This was post, "hot dog cart / Jerry Sunday encounter". We headed down a stretch of road that had open grassy areas on either side with folks engaged in various recreational activities. Coming to a downhill stretch of road we gained a fair amount of speed for our fledgling skating abilities but managed to stay upright.
On my right I noticed a sign in the grass that read, "Free Mime Show!” Not thinking about how my voice would carry, I shouted back to my friend, "Free mime show?!?! Like anyone would pay for a mime show!”
Well... let's just say one of the mimes didn't preserve his mime-like silence. His protests trailed away as I continued to gain speed and distance but it was clear that he was heatedly admonishing me and pointing out the many virtues of mime and its place in the world as a serious art form. He had a very slight figure and a rather high-pitched voice. He gave chase with a rather tepid power walk of sorts, all the while waving his arms and screeching at me.
I will readily admit that I was insensitive but I also have to admit that it is one of my fondest memories. Had I been capable of stopping I would have done so, and apologized. Having rolled well out of his site I thought it best to just keep on rolling.
If I ever have a band, it will probably be called, “Free Mime Show”.
caregiver wrote:
toe-tappin' happy tune
toe-tappin' happy tune
Feel free dont let me hold you back....
I just don't get the whole "They were great live" thing.In the studio their stuff could get tweaked and fixed,and is semi-palatable sometimes.
I saw them once, and they would have needed a hook and ladder firetruck,or maybe the space shuttle to climb up to the awful range.Just horrible and out of tune, but I wasn't on drugs that night,because I had hoped to learn something.Maybe if I was it would have been different.
Completely soured me on them.
You know, I admittedly have heard more than a few bad dead shows...but none of them were "out of tune."
everything is so close (thank you) I hate to mention it but Jerry was missing the middle one on that hand
calypsus_1 wrote:
Box of Rain by *shelleyinez
Shelley Williams ©2003-2010 *shelleyinez
I am not a big fan of the Greatful Dead. I did this for a friend about 6 years ago.
Just happened across it.
Pencil & Paper.
Thanks for looking!
Got back to me cubicle just as the song was concluding, and I thought I heard Bill say this was a Garcia/Hunter tune, which of course it isn't. It is, yes, their variation on an old English folk song cum sea shanty, "Jack Monroe," which has been around for some time. And Hunter may have written some new lyrics for it, as he's been well known to do.
Wiki offers as concise a summation as anywhere: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Monroe_(song)
And, Bill, if you didn't say it was a Garcia/Hunter tune, my apologies.
The dead are a band that you either get or you don't. Those who do get it really love these guys (and gals) and how they influenced and shaped our lives. They sure made me a better person because of their presence. I don't miss them, but I would certainly would miss them if they weren't a part of my life.
I just don't get the whole "They were great live" thing. In the studio their stuff could get tweaked and fixed,and is semi-palatable sometimes.
I saw them once, and they would have needed a hook and ladder firetruck,or maybe the space shuttle to climb up to the awful range. Just horrible and out of tune, but I wasn't on drugs that night,because I had hoped to learn something. Maybe if I was it would have been different.
Completely soured me on them.
This reminds me of playing guitar with my buds in college. Man those were the days. Really fun song to play!
Indeed.
From memory, so forgive me if it's not quite right. Out of print, sadly:
We knew enough to begin with,
But after a while we didn't know enough anymore,
so we put what we did know
into something like a basket
with your arms for handles
and my legs to steady it
in case it had to be set down suddenly.
What we didn't tell the basket
was where to stand.
By the time we realized
it was necessary to do so
It had run off with everything
we knew to begin with
and most of
what we'd found out since.
It was obvious
someone would have to go after it.
I agreed, but since the legs
the basket ran off on
were mine
It was obvious
someone would have to carry me.
You declined
because you had no arms.
Love is like that in the city.
Like A Basket ~ from Sentinel a spoke word CD
Been my experience that Angels & bikers in general are great to party with. Treat 'em with respect. I often saw bikers at shows and never saw bad behavior. .....
That's my experience too.
Incidentally, the low-key, respectful approach of the Hells Angels have allowed them to more fully exploit the doomed War on Drugs as uber-violent, insecure and disrespectful gang-bangers draw police and public attention.
Straight America does not understand the streets and it is manipulated by fear and ignorance for private gain.
(if you liked that, ask me about the mime incident that same day in the park)
Do tell about the mime.
From memory, so forgive me if it's not quite right. Out of print, sadly:
We knew enough to begin with,
But after a while we didn't know enough anymore,
so we put what we did know
into something like a basket
with your arms for handles
and my legs to steady it
in case it had to be set down suddenly.
What we didn't tell the basket
was where to stand.
By the time we realized
it was necessary to do so
It had run off with everything
we knew to begin with
and most of
what we'd found out since.
It was obvious
someone would have to go after it.
I agreed, but since the legs
the basket ran off on
were mine
It was obvious
someone would have to carry me.
You declined
because you had no arms.
Love is like that in the city.
You've rated two songs, both 5s. So we here know nothing about what you like or dislike. Based on your opinions on the rating scale, your ambivalent on everything (or at least two things).
Alot of us probably ingested something we wished we hadn't (or were very happy that we did!!!) at some point in our lives.
Learn how to rate songs by rating a shitload of em. Then we'll know your preferences. Not that we really give a hoot. You've expressed your general ingorance quite well.
The dead are a band that you either get or you don't. Those who do get it really love these guys (and gals) and how they influenced and shaped our lives. They sure made me a better person because of their presence. I don't miss them, but I would certainly would miss them if they weren't a part of my life.
Good reply. I number in the group that "don't get them." I didn't live that particular experience. I'm glad that others did and find meaning in the music, because that's the point right? Enjoy.
"Jerry Garcia - guitar & voice, Bob Weir - guitar & voice, Phil Lesh - bass guitar, Brent Mydland - keyboardist, Mickey Hart - drummers & Bill Kreutzman - drummer, percussion "
Box of Rain by *shelleyinez
Shelley Williams ©2003-2010 *shelleyinez
I am not a big fan of the Greatful Dead. I did this for a friend about 6 years ago.
Just happened across it.
Pencil & Paper.
Thanks for looking!
You've rated two songs, both 5s. So we here know nothing about what you like or dislike. Based on your opinions on the rating scale, your ambivalent on everything (or at least two things).
Alot of us probably ingested something we wished we hadn't (or were very happy that we did!!!) at some point in our lives.
Learn how to rate songs by rating a shitload of em. Then we'll know your preferences. Not that we really give a hoot. You've expressed your general ingorance quite well.
The dead are a band that you either get or you don't. Those who do get it really love these guys (and gals) and how they influenced and shaped our lives. They sure made me a better person because of their presence. I don't miss them, but I would certainly would miss them if they weren't a part of my life.
It seems like you might be on something. Learn how to write (or at least think in complete sentences).
Some better songs on it than this... but there is no bad track on it.
Huzzah!
Here here!
Some better songs on it than this... but there is no bad track on it.
Can someone who was there explain it to someone that wasn't?
I wasn't there. But the Angels started showing up to Kesey's parties in La Honda. From a summary of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test...
"In the summer of 1965, the Pranksters decide to invite the Hell's Angels, a notorious gang, to join them for a party in La Honda. Wolfe explains how Kesey met one of the leaders of the Angels through Hunter Thompson, a writer and journalist who was doing a story on the Pranksters for a national magazine. Kesey immediately hits it off with the Angels, and they all plan for a big party at Kesey's place. The Angles come roaring into La Honda on their motorcycles and are greeted by a huge sign welcoming them. According to Wolfe, the Pranksters and the Angels have a lot in common because they are all outlaws, and "the Angels had done it like the Pranksters, by choice. They had become outlaws first - to explore...and then got busted for it."
The Pranksters have their entire setup going: speakers and stereos are blasting from the trees, everything is painted in Day-Glo, and all of the Pranksters are decked out in costumes. When the Angels arrive, they have no idea what to expect, and are prepared for a fight. But when the Pranksters give the Angels LSD, they begin to have "the most wondrous experience." Sandy begins making up songs for the Angels and singing them loudly through the giant stereo that is set up, songs that go "Oh, but it's great to be an Angel, / And be dirty all the time!" It's a song that normally would offend the Angels to the point of fighting, but the craziness of it all - including Allen Ginsburg dancing and chanting the Hare Krishna - stupefies the Angels, and they simply take it all in and go with the flow. The cops stand at a distance and watch the party unfold, but except for public nudity, the Pranksters aren't breaking any laws they can see, so they can't arrest anyone. The figure the best policy is simply containment."
There's a lot of history there from very early. Been my experience that Angels & bikers in general are great to party with. Treat 'em with respect. I often saw bikers at shows and never saw bad behavior. The Hells Angels motto is "When we do right, no one remembers. When we do wrong, no one forgets"Oh...and the Dead were never light-weights. They blew my freakin' doors off.
Can someone who was there explain it to someone that wasn't?
drugs
(if you liked that, ask me about the mime incident that same day in the park)
That's brilliant. I can only imagine what the "mime incident" was...
Can someone who was there explain it to someone that wasn't?
drugs?
(if you liked that, ask me about the mime incident that same day in the park)
Can someone who was there explain it to someone that wasn't?
The Grateful Dead seemed to go through keyboard players like Spinal Tap went through drummers.
Unfortunately pot was not Jerry's thing. More like cocaine, heroin & tobacco.
If Jerry was a pothead only he most likely be alive today!!!
Nah. It was the cheese cake and fried food that got him.
well, obama IS in office.......
It's difficult now to think that there was a time—and not long ago—when one could sign openly and gleefully about murdering one's wife/girlfriend. Eminem has done it more recently, but it didn't go over quite as smoothly with the general public.
Is that because the perps are deaf, or am I missing something? Eminem doesn't sign or sing. I'm confused...
Proud of being close-minded, are we?
Pretty cool to turn off your reasoning faculties on cue!
And quite a few of us old hippies are disguised as straight-laced squaresville types these days. But we still like the Dead.
This band could only truly be appreciated live. It just didn't work in the studio.
RIP Jerry.
Normally I'd agree, but this is pretty good folky finger-pickin' stuff IMO and very different from their usual output.
Interesting... I wouldn't consider this much of a departure from the bulk of their work. I grew up shrinking from the Dead like a vampire dodges the sun, but I grew out of it. Mostly due to the Deadicated tribute album. Listening to others perform their songs allowed me to get over my prejudice and realize how great so many of their songs were (Cassidy by Suzanne Vega was a favorite). I think its sort of like seeing someone as more physically attractive when you finally see their inner beauty.
It's difficult now to think that there was a time—and not long ago—when one could sign openly and gleefully about murdering one's wife/girlfriend. Eminem has done it more recently, but it didn't go over quite as smoothly with the general public.