For the month of January, I’m selecting some of the most memorable and influential songs of the 60’s. While they all hail from the same decade, these are some of my favorite songs of any era. They remind me that the 60’s were so much more than just Woodstock and psychedelic rock. It was a flourishing period for blues, folk, progressive and straight-ahead rock. #31DaysOf60sSongs
Today the Mental Jukebox is playing a song from a band that simply can’t be given justice in this format. Listening to the Dead’s albums on Spotify I feel utterly gypped, knowing that I’m getting a tiny fraction of the experience, the magic that happens at a Dead concert where set list formations flow like water and improvisations come on like a flood. Spotify can’t capture the aura of a band so largely defined by its live shows, but it has given me the chance to get reacquainted with legendary albums like Workingman’s Dead, American Beauty and the self-titled debut album that spawned “Morning Dew”.
Music critics have often praised how the Dead is in a category all their own. Garcia, Weir, Pigpen, Lesh and Kreutzmann all brought different influences with them, the most obvious ones being blues, folk and country. They took those genres and layered on an electric guitar rock sound that’s highly experimental and improvisational. That’s the beauty of “Morning Dew”. It’s a pretty standard melody masterfully sung by Garcia and taken for several twists and turns with a dual guitar jam fest from Weir and Garcia, and a melodic, meandering bass line from Lesh that jumps into the upper octaves. Still, the individual members never sound like they’re competing with each other. They move and groove in one flow. It’s the beautiful magic of the Dead.
“I'll walk you out in the morning dew my honey. I guess it doesn't really matter anyway.”