Photo Credit: Katie Friesema

After a weekend like the one we just had, I’m attempting to come to grips with a few things… The first thing that hit me this morning was, Oh Shit… I have kids. Once I got passed the initial shock that’s induced by their absolute absence of passion regarding how I might feel this morning, I realized I was walking in quicksand. Only up to my knees, though. The next realization that’s waiting at the door should hit me any time now. Remembering I have a job. I always check the lottery tickets prior to having coffee to determine how much I’m gonna have to address any of that shit or if I’m going back to bed. I’m under the impression that if I hit all or most of the numbers, my kids painting the kitchen with maple syrup while I refuse to get out of bed would have a significantly diminished effect on me. Needless to say, I walked like Swamp Thing towards the side of the house where those precious little angels that wreck all our shit were waiting impatiently to show me how they mopped the kitchen floor with honey. My daughter must have suddenly become a tattoo artist because my son had full sleeve sticky tattoos on both arms. Mama Mia… Ya can’t go back and ya can’t stand still, if the hangover doesn’t get ya then your children will… Years from now, I won’t remember Monday morning but I’ll NEVER forget Saturday and Sunday Night!

The energy around CitiField was charged with anticipation and electricity for Dead & Co’s first night there. The weather was perfect, the scene was abundantly tolerant and everybody was ready to let the music have its way with US. In keeping with the algorithms I talked about in my review of Camden, The more likely you are to be mugged before or after the show, the more likely you are to hear Shakedown. Once again the algorithm stood up. If you didn’t head in a little early, you might have missed some of that. Getting into to Citifield was no easy task. Of course, part of that is the fact that damn near all of US typically head into the show all at once, about 1o minutes to showtime. Like the feeling on Monday morning, the wait to get in will not be remembered, what happened once we finally got in will never be forgotten. The first screenshots of Oteil revealed the Bolt Mohawk of life and made me completely Grateful that Oteil is Dead to The Core! Never in history has a haircut made that many hippies happy! Jack Straw followed and the eagles that filled the sky around NYC were made of steel and flying into and out of Laguardia and JFK. It was pretty clear that everybody was well primed and totally surrendered to the magnitude of the event and its surroundings. I was producing adrenaline like a woman with a newborn produces milk. Shit was crazy!

On the way home from hanging out in the city on Friday night, I made the mistake of going on an Althea binge. I listened to about 6 of my favorites and the one from 10/27/91 twice. This brings me to a helpful point in this discussion. If you’re going to see Dead & Company, it might be helpful to take a day or 2 off from listening to all your favorite Dead shows. Listen to some Jazz or some Aquarian Rescue Unit for a couple of days prior. If you can get yourself out of the headspace of comparing what’s happening now to all of the epic shit in your past, you’ll have an outstanding time. Since I didn’t do that, Althea was good and so was Loose Lucy but… You know… That’s all I’m gonna say about that…

All equations regarding the predictability of songs to be played continued with Ramble On Rose. Nothing like the roar that circulates through a New York crowd when we hear “Just like New York City!” You almost wish another verse didn’t immediately follow so the moment could last just a little longer. Sugaree was a little slow but steady and if there’s a tune that seems to lend itself to John, Sugaree is definitely at the top of that list. You remember when Garcia would get to soloing on Sugaree and he would start picking furiously at that one spot in the jam, just throwing as many notes into the fire as possible as the massive machine of sound would get hotter and hotter. We’d smile that smile that came from a joy so deep within us as this incredible monument of sound was constructed before our very eyes and ears. Garcia would cover a multitude of notes but somehow in the midst of the hurricane always hit one familiar note a little harder than the others as the jam spun around and around with fury. He’d take his time getting a hold of that one special note but when he decided it was the right time, he’d pull that fuckin string and nail it the center of minds sending waves of sonic euphoria throughout all space and time. All while standing there firmly planted, chin pinned to his chest, occasionally peeking over the glasses that were sweating down his nose to look across the floor full of raging fans, all of whom swear to this day that Garcia was looking right em. That shit didn’t happen but Sugaree was really good!

Passenger was great to hear and one of the few songs I could really hear Donna. It still needs some work before it completely comes together but we won’t remember the parts that weren’t perfect, only that we were blessed to hear it. Casey Jones makes ya dance like someone that’s high on cocaine and had all of US doing the Happy Jig together all over that stadium! The end of that jam proves that they could actually play at the speed of heavy metal when they want and left a charge in the air that lasted throughout intermission.

Dark Star was melty and the longer these guys play together the more the chaos jams seem to share a common mind. As they expand and contract, it seems as though we’re closer to everyone expanding and contracting at the same time. Even with the meltdowns there’s a common thread that exists keeping it from becoming nothing but noise. We’ve all heard bands try to do some of those jams and it just sounds like someone throwing all the instruments down a flight of stairs. There’s always a small particle of intelligent order within a chaos jam that can be identified in the musical mind. Without that particle it becomes noise. With that particle, it becomes magic.

FOTD followed and talking with a friend at the moment, we felt it was misplaced and kinda didn’t fit there. I saw the next day that something was scratched on the setlist and replaced by FOTD. I wasn’t surprised. There are very few things that I know of in life that have the physiological impact that the first notes of Scarlet have on my nervous system. My entire being becomes deeply invested in the moment and every second of my life seems to have a second to spare. It instantly feels as though more room for joy exists within my vessel as happiness seems to multiply like cell growth through a microscope within me. Saturday night was no different and every cylinder of the engine driving The Dead & Co experience was firing at once. I spent the whole night dancing at the back of the floor and the dude from Breaking Bad was hanging with his lady there most of the night as well. I never watched the show and I didn’t know who he was but just about everyone else did. When he saw me breaking out my own badass dance moves, him and his lady were kinda like this!Breakingbaddude

We had a great time jamming together and shared a couple of fun moments. They emitted a vibe that was pleasing and took the time to take pics with everyone that asked for them. Nice guy! His lady and I did a little Robot dancin and brought the 80’s back for a second.

Oteil’s big notes that lead into the Other One reverberated through the stadium as the frantic psychedelic jam moved powerfully through the atmosphere blasting everything in its way completely out of sight. Wharf Rat was handled admirably by Weir yet one can never hear that tune without taking a few moments to internally search for the files in our brains that contain the data left there by Garcia years ago. Some chick went into a fuckin ballet routine during Wharf Rat that was totally top shelf material. I mean… She wasn’t one of those fuckers that was trying to dance gracefully and shit. We’ve all seen the ladies that go for some stuff like that and fall down a few times. I’m talking top level ballet she was busting out! At one point I considered putting on some tights and lifting her into the air… The idea made me laugh in my head. Only in Grateful Dead Land… Everybody has been waiting for Throwing Stones and everybody finally got it. One of the highlights of last year’s Chicago shows, it was good but not Chicago good. If Trey had a time in Chicago that he seemed to really take charge of the moment, Throwing Stones was probably it. He drove that jam into oblivion, killed it then put the motherfucker on life support and brought it back to life again! That was a special moment that will live forever. It was good but as with everything Dead & Co has done, will get much better with a little repetition.

What could be better than coming out and doing an acoustic Ripple? Not much really. It allowed all of US to palpably feel the love that was gathered together to celebrate life under the stars in the world’s greatest city. What a fabulous moment. The only thing that could make it better would be another encore and nobody needs algorithms to know what that was gonna be. Saturday night took 35,000 fans right back to fever mode as the stadium was scorched from top to bottom in a way that was so packed with energy I busted out a damn cartwheel at the end of the tune… Then, in a shocking turn of events, my friend , Liz, busted out a perfect fuckin cartwheel immediately following… Shocked the shit out of both us… Then a dude runs up and busts out one of those breakdancing poses like this here! We couldn’t stop laughing! Such a tremendous night in the Big Apple for all of US! What a night!!! 7887752-Africna-American-hip-hop-dancer-performing-a-side-hand-and-head-stand-Stock-Photo

Love You Long Time! Part 2 is coming right up! It only got better!!!

Dead To The Core,

Dean Sottile (pronounced So Tilly)

1 thought on “Dead & Company Annihilate The Apple Part 1

  1. Funkifiyo

    I know I’m writing in a bit late but just had to say..great review of the show. I haven’t read Sunday’s review yet but I’m sure it’s just as good cause wow..this was such an epic weekend at citifield. My seats were way way up but thankfully, though ushers were checking tix at each section..there’s a little opening around sect. 126 that got us right by the usher and right down to the 5th row up from the floor both nights. It was the perfect spot to be since we couldn’t get on the floor. I saw the ballet gal too…she was seriously on point or pointe..think that’s how they spell it in ballet world. Man..the fall shows at MSG blew me away but now…after playing more together..they’re at a whole other level. I caught the Camden show too and that was freakin phenomenal as well. Life is so much sweeter when any formation of The Dead is touring and this formation in particular is easily one of if not The best post Jerry lineups they’ve ever had. The only thing that sucks now is how much I’m jonesing to see more shows. Unfortunately I don’t think it’s gonna happen but I’m praying they keep the band together for as long as possible. They’re all having a great time up there..it’s easy to see. So hopefully all the love and fun will translate into a steady pace of fall and summer tours for years to come. Great job Dean. Looking forward to reading about the rest of the tour. Peace, Mike

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