listening to a “grateful dog” huh.
I was there in 1974, not ten feet from Jerry Garcia in a small club.
I got the feeling he wanted to distance himself from the S.F. rock scene, come back to some bluegrass roots — mandolins, banjos and guitars, string base and cardboard box percussion, all acoustic, unplugged, straight up bluegrass — good stuff.
he was a gifted musician, but I got a creepy feeling up close to him. its hard to explain. it was like there was this intensity, not intelligent or intellectual so much, but more like magical — an evil wizard thing. where did he get this power from? and believe me, for him it was always about power.
as if I knew — but somehow I do.