Here is a performance that rains down gobs of paisley pudding from a very old, quite simple tune and verses built on common notions that everyone of us has felt. The drummers are, however, unsparing in hammering to the heart of the matter. Lesh bounces his melodic bass along with the Eight Limbed Rhythm Devil as Garcia bangs his his knuckles on the cosmic trampoline. Weir and Brent ring their bells and make the strings and keys shriek to high heaven. The entire crew lends their crappy voices to the choir.
This is a rare, concise bit of what this bunch could show our own hearts, and thus provoke our emotions in kindred spirit and sympathy.
Cold Rain and Snow