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![]() Talk about contrasting lifesytles! The Greatful Dead blows the minds of the international jet set and the bimbo bunnies at the Playboy penthouse in Chicago. The Dead look like a bunch of psychedelic wild men who wandered in the wilderness for 10 years and are now returning to deliver fire and brimstone to the wicked Pharoah. This 1969 edition of the band was truly a wonder to behold and they played with a passion and immediacy that was lacking in later editions of the band. Hef is seated stage left with an everpresent bimbo at his side. I love watching Pigpen wailing away at the congas toward the end of the song. These Grateful Dead members were the ragged-but-right paychedelic road warriors that built their awesome reputation on the basis of their electrifying live shows. When this was recorded the Dead were deeply in debt and living hand to mouth, from show to show. Jerry Garcia often puzzled about how the band was going to survive the dire economic circumstances they faced in 1968 and 1969. Last edited by Gavin B.; 01-26-2009 at 08:10 AM. |
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