• Despite the seamless and legendary transition linking Scarlet Begonias and Fire on the Mountain, racism still plagues us.
  • First set is rather first-settish.
  • No MIDI-off during Space.
  • No Space.
  • Tendentious about its atheism.
  • There is little to no chatter about how awesome it is to be in Ithaca, partly because the Dead didn’t do that, and partly because it is not awesome to be in Ithaca.
  • Which is admittedly better than their 1980 show at Barton Hall when Bobby starts singing “Playing in the barn” to make fun of the place, which they all apparently hated playing.
  • Which is admittedly the Grateful Dead thing to do.
  • Losing the master reels of the show is also the Grateful Dead thing to do, but that’s off-topic.
  • Always funny to bring up, but off-topic.
  • 5/8/77 once threw a Hungry Man Frozen Dinner at an old man who wouldn’t get out of his way in the supermarket.
  • Really winged the fucker.
  • Keith’s farty little Moog that he’s baldly uninterested in playing.
  • There are bits during the first set when you need a break from the Dead. This is a good break from the Dead:
  • If you don’t like AC/DC, then go eat ice cream with your butt: you’re a louse and a subversive; neither kith nor kin to the righteous and rockin’.
  • AC/DC valued rocking so much that if you were merely about to rock, they would salute you. To be on the mere precipice of rocking–not yet actively rocking–that was enough for AC/DC to award you a triumph.
  • After very few minutes of YouTubing and googling, I have realized that there will be a long post on AC/DC soon.
  • This can’t wait, though: did you know they played Coachella?
  • This year? Like, a month ago?
  • It did not go well because, among other things, they brought their giant inflatable stripper and shook it at hipsters, who went to watch the DJ at the next stage.
  • Also, there was a fill-in drummer because the regular one is in jail now for hiring a hitman.
  • There will be a post about AC/DC soon.
  • The second set is so good that it sets unreasonable standards for second sets, and promotes a culture in which some things are seen as “better” than others; when, in reality, we know that all second sets are valuable members of the community, whether they be officially released gems or from the Nineties.
  • These unfair and arbitrary standards lead to second set-shaming
  • Kinda short.
  • That’s what she said.
  • But, also: statistically provable to be among the shorter shows, and especially second sets, of the era.
  • Why is St. Stephen so slow? Hop to it, hippies.
  • 5/8/77 cannot be crowned the Best Evar by the Grateful Deads because they used performance-enhancing drugs for this performance.
  • All of them had been smoking doobies since rising, and their doobies were so very dank.
  • The only thing that could facilitate their rising was two fatty rails of the finest yay. Those fatty rails were the first of so very many fatty rails.
  • Mrs. Donna Jean had begun her day with Irish coffee, hold the coffee. Then, she started drinking.
  • Phil joined her, but stuck to his Heineken until 5 pm, when he switched to red wine because Phil is classy.
  • The previous night, Keith pulled a Drugstore Cowboy and hid up in the tiles at a local place and nabbed a fuckton of pills and currently the only way to tell that Keith is alive is that he intermittently shits himself.
  • Garcia, both the drummers, and the current road manager all have varying levels of heroin dependence.
  • Very few bands have had to deal with the problem of both the drummers being junkies.
  • Dealing with one junkie drummer is an unimaginable hell; I’m impressed everyone survived.
  • Everyone didn’t survive.
  • I reiterate: because of all of these performance-enhancing (in the Dead’s case) drugs in the band’s system, this so-called “Cornell show” is no better than Mark McGwire’s shameful dingers and shriveled testes.
  • The Morning Dew really is quite a thing, though.
  • Only 364 shopping days until Cornell Day.