Liner Notes:
Concert Notes
By Paul Grushkin
9/27/72, Stanley Theater, Jersey City, NJ
first set
2nd night of midweek three. Jersey side of the Hudson
plushy vaudeville palace, like the Harding in SF only
bigger. roomy seats. great wide aisles. enormous curved
balcony. will it be ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS? fully dosed just
to be sure
Morning Dew
to open the first set????
Jerry lays it out cautiously at first
Can't walk you out in the Morning Dew... today a
mindful to digest so early
ending IS a stupefying blur
two thousand people shake their heads. yeeeesh
Beat It On Down the Line
desperadoes off The Turnpike
Friend of the Devil
starting to get body rushes
jeans:
Jerry blue
Donna black
Weir white
Lesh dark blue
Keith brown
Billy blue
the air sparkles with sound
Black Throated Wind
classic 2-stroke rockeroo
was that...Stones from a slingshot on by..?
3 heavy truckers in front of me. even ushers swaying
Weir shouting Another American lie
Tennessee Jed
singy-songy, resoluteful. rag-tag rebel army advancing on
Union lines. crowd ROARS at each elevation
TENNESSEE! TENNESSEE!
Mexicali Blues
garlicky salsa-drums
Lesh pitching his bass notes down & away
lusty New York cheering. Dead Heads and band inseparable
Bird Song
gingerly beginning
Tell me, all that you know. I'll show you, snowin
rain
hard to discern what Jerry (or Hunter) talking about
Cryin' the dog. don't you cry. dry your eyes. ladada
Da
into loopy stonerian jam. people jigglin' wavin' shakin'
tappin' in long ripply waves. ringlets of sound
Big River
burbly warm beat. rosy smiles. friends giggling
Lesh goofy looking but dead serious
Weir long hair clean cut, square jaw determined
Brokedown Palace
prettiest and saddest feelings all at once
ea. Garcia couplet pronouncing heartfelt regret, hope
El Paso
Jerry and Bob charge to the finish, respond to roaring crowd
w. nods
China Cat
our stomp of approval. are they ready to go at 10/4/70?
the ever-mysterious explication unfolds
I rang a silent bell, beneath a shower of pearls
jangly interlaced guitars meshing just exactly perfect into
I Know You Rider
an oldtime stony Rider. vintage, like brocade curtains above
stage. piercing solo. then full-on accapella
Gonna miss your baby, from roll-ling in your
arms!
Playin' In the Band
it's Bobby! Standing on a tower, WORLD at my
command
into convoluted Miles Davis kind of thrash and squall
Donna s c r e a m s at end
break at 10:18
we stumble around and take stock
second set
everything goes dark again. crowd hesitant. expectant
then full of joyous recognition. More Dead!
He's Gone
like mother to a flame, we are
Steeel Your Face right off your head
Donna lifts up her hair, bounces freak-style
Jerry grins. by god they're having a great time
family-style interplay betw. bandmembers
Like a steam locomotive, rolling down the track
He's goh-onnnnnne, nothin's gonna bring him back
fantastic spotlighting by the crew
Me and My Uncle
suck in a hit of hash from buds Pete & All
the Englewood boys
Deal
now Dead begin to WHOMP ON audience
Goes to show, you don't ever know
crowd surges forward hollering like banshees
Watch each card you play, play it slow
heart racing music. barely can think, dance, breathe at same
time. band definitely pleased w. resulting chaos
Billy shakes drumsticks at us
Greatest Story Ever Told
insinuating rhythm. a hook-laden ripper. Weir serious &
fierce. Moses comes riding, high on a quasar
Garcia frantically opening, closing loopholes
Says you can't close the door when the WALLS caved
in
riotous cacophony. a backhand guitar finish
audience bellows in amazement
Ramble On Rose
intense red illumination. sea-going rumble power
THRUMMS from engine and propellers
Clank your chains and count your change
everyone shudders and rises. Grass ain't greener, wine
ain't sweeter, either side of the hill
Dark Star
reverent applause, everything else tonite maybe just a
lead-up. crowd quiets for first extended jam, even silence
as Weir leads first. Garcia shading, then laying-on
tones
odd little melodies winking & shimmering
Shall we go, you and I, while we can?
Lesh explodes thickly in the brain. we are headed for outer
space. in the vast reaches of a collective imagination it is
now. A FULL-BLOWN PSYCHO CIRCUS
into Cumberland Blues
shrill, insistent lead drilling a hole in my head
Make good money five dollars a day
three guitars and a keyboard vs Billy's drums
one word: interplay
Attics of My Life
Keith so tender. Garcia kind, saintly under blue-white
light. crystal tears
Promised Land
the pit rocks out. yes! balcony bouncing
Dead moving big steel
Uncle John's Band
sweet happiness everywhere, all around. epiphany in Jersey
City. Got some things to talk about, here beside the
rising tide. Donna emerges stage left glowing like a
Cheshire Cat--beautiful smile
Casey Jones
flares!! balcony now moving a foot in ea. diretion!!
Trouble ahead! Trouble behind! once more and still
again once more DRIVIN' THAT TRAIN
wail and din like you nver heard. and then...
it's over
encore: Around & Around
old July 4th trick--shoot everything you got left high into
the night
12:40 am, stumblng out into Jersey half-light completely
dead to the world
did they really open with Morning Dew?
CAVEAT EMPTOR
This release was digitally mastered directly from the
original half track 7 1/2 ips analog tapes. It is a snapshot
of history, not a modern professional recording, and may
therefore exhibit some minor technical anomolies and the
unavoidable effects of the ravages of time.
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Credits:
Grateful Dead
Stanley Theater 9/27/72
Jerry Garcia: Lead Guitar, Vocals
Donna Jean Godchaux: Vocals
Keith Godchaux: Keyboards
Bill Kreutzmann: Drums
Phil Lesh: Electric Bass, Vocals
Bob Weir: Rhythm Guitar, Vocals
Recorded by: Owsley Stanley & Bob Matthews
Tape Archivist: Dick Latvala
CD Mastering: Jeffrey Norman
Ferromagnetist: John Cutler
Design by: Gecko Graphics
Photography by: Jonas Grushkin
Stanley Photography by: Tina Easton
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