{"id":2920,"date":"2012-08-24T05:17:12","date_gmt":"2012-08-24T09:17:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/?p=2920"},"modified":"2026-05-30T15:09:01","modified_gmt":"2026-05-30T19:09:01","slug":"album-review-grateful-dead-dicks-picks-31","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/index.php\/2012\/08\/24\/album-review-grateful-dead-dicks-picks-31\/","title":{"rendered":"Album Review: Grateful Dead &#8211; Dick&#8217;s Picks #31"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/musoscribe.com\/images\/grateful_dead_dp31.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"280\" height=\"280\" hspace=\"10\" vspace=\"10\" \/>I had a minor epiphany recently. After years of slagging <strong>The Grateful Dead<\/strong> and their fans, I found a live album that led me to say to myself, \u201cAha&#8230;so <em>this<\/em> is what they find so special about the Dead.\u201d As I&#8217;ve mentioned more than a few times, I like the Grateful Dead&#8217;s studio work (I have more than a dozen of their LPs) but generally find their live work to be aimless and meandering.<\/p>\n<p>But it&#8217;s not always so: I love my 3LP set of <em>Europe &#8217;72<\/em> (though I&#8217;d pass on that dozens-of-CDs set documenting the whole damn tour, thanks) and recently gave a very favorable review to a reissue of the vinyl <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/?p=847\"><em>History Vol 1 (Bear&#8217;s Choice)<\/em><\/a>. But still, whenever I see a track listing that looks like this:<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Jam &gt; Space &gt; More Space &gt; Jam<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">&#8230;I stay as far away as possible.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">The <em>Dick&#8217;s Picks<\/em> series of releases, then wouldn&#8217;t be the first place I&#8217;d think to look for an exciting document of a Grateful Dead show. But <em>Dick&#8217;s Picks #31<\/em> documents the equivalent of an entire concert, picking from the best (performancewise and fidelitywise) from three consecutive nights in August 1974. Two-track analog tapes from to nights in Philly followed by a show in nearby Jersey City provided the source material, presented on <em>Dick&#8217;s Picks #31<\/em> without sweetening. It&#8217;s true that there&#8217;s not much you can do to nearly-forty-year-old two-track tapes other than bake, transfer and equalize them. The good news is that these tapes didn&#8217;t <em>need<\/em> anything done. The mix is crystalline, and it gives particular attention to <strong>Phil Lesh<\/strong>&#8216;s bass work.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">The Dead are in fine form here. Opening \u2013 as only they&#8217;d dare to do \u2013 with twenty-five minutes of \u201cPlaying in the Band,\u201d they run through a set list that includes titles familiar to casual fans, not just Deadheads. Hell, they even do \u201cTruckin&#8217;\u201d on these nights! Some of the many highlights include a great rendition of \u201cU.S. Blues\u201d and a version of \u201cOne More Saturday Night\u201d that&#8217;s a bit more restrained than the one on <em>Skeletons in the Closet<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">There&#8217;s only one \u201cSpace\u201d wankfest here (thank goodness), and the duration of that track plus the two \u201cJam\u201d ones that precede it total a mere 21 minutes. That&#8217;s not bad, considering <em>Dick&#8217;s Picks #31<\/em> runs four discs. Yes, four. But across nearly five hours of music, The Grateful Dead showcase all of the things that make them the beloved institution they were and remain.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Musically, the group was near its peak in 1974. They were in that curious period in which they had but one drummer (<strong>Bill Kreutzmann<\/strong>), but that didn&#8217;t limit their ability to get their musical points across. As usual, the vocals \u2013 rarely a Dead strong suit \u2013 are iffy in places: less so when <strong>Bob Weir<\/strong> takes the lead, more so when <strong>Jerry Garcia<\/strong> does.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">In fact the only serious criticism I can level at the performances captured on <em>Dick&#8217;s Picks #31<\/em> is this: the presence of <strong>Donna Jean Godchaux<\/strong>. Her singing is, if you&#8217;ll forgive some obvious wordplay, <em>god-awful<\/em>. I&#8217;m not well-versed in the history of the band, but I can&#8217;t help but think that they would have chased her away were it not for the fact that her hubby <strong>Keith Godchaux<\/strong> was the latest in the long line of (ultimately doomed) keyboard players. Donna&#8217;s vocals add nothing good, stick out like a sore thumb, and threaten to ruin some otherwise excellent performances. Seeing as she didn&#8217;t play an instrument onstage, there would have been precious little for her to do other than sing, so it&#8217;s some small consolation that she is often silent on these tracks. When she&#8217;s not, you&#8217;ll know it, and chances are you won&#8217;t like it.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">But that complaint notwithstanding, <em>Dick&#8217;s Picks #31 <\/em>comes highly recommended. And if you know my track record where the Dead are concerned (hint: theirs was the <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/?p=479\">worst concert I ever attended<\/a>) then you&#8217;ll know that it&#8217;s high praise indeed. I even recommended it over the four-disc <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/?p=665\"><em>Dick&#8217;s Pick&#8217;s #35<\/em><\/a> (from 1971 shows), which is pretty swell also. <strong>Chris Farinas<\/strong>&#8216; lengthy essay assumes the reader has a level of devotion to the band well beyond what I can claim, but it&#8217;s essential reading nonetheless.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a minor epiphany recently. 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