This show is blazing.
Beautiful. It's like a direct communication to that part of your soul. The energy, and precision make this such an experience. It's difficult to make those comparisons between the May '77 shows. I never got too hung up on slipping opinion between Boston, Cornell and Buffalo. To me every night of that run, like every show before and after, across the 30 years, was a knockout. Whether it's New Haven the night before, or Pembroke Pines. Whatever Dead you've dropped the needle on, you're listening to something special, and at the same time missing out on something else that's equally special...the best thing to do is listen to it all man. Let it soak your soul and just run with it. I remember the first time I heard this on vinyl. Through an old Technics separates. Strung out and loaded. In equal measure. The smoke was a groove and the SoCo tasted like a sunset. It was early morning in November and days and nights felt just the same. It was like gaining time. This show felt like a snapshot of the magic of the Dead at what felt, for a young Deadhead as their most established period. The experiment was shuffling and the expertise was in full effect. I remember vividly being sprawled out on the floor, my spirit floating in my body like a visitor. When that solo from The Music Never Stopped kicked in I don't know what it was, but I was stood upright. Staring into the record as it moved. Watching the 180 lift just slightly with the warp and to this day, I've never felt anything jive inside of me quite like it. Cornell has the extended Dancing in the Street solo, the BEW solo. Buffalo has that insane Comes a Time...but Boston '77 has a closer like TMNS that transformed that part of my soul, and now. I'm sitting typing this out, older, higher, and my soul still speaks back to this magical night in Boston.
There's nothing like a Grateful Dead concert x
