Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

The King…And: High!

After the umpteenth skippination of the Bobby Blues number, I’ve decided I can no longer even pretend that the Dead were any good at playing a straight twelve-bar. Even C.C. Rider, which I always had a soft spot for.

This is how you play C.C. Rider:

Two things about that Elvis performance: as always, the great Ronnie Tutt on drums; and, in the sizzling light of truth that only shines on Sunday mornings, we can see that the King is heroically fucked up on pills and sandwiches.

6 Comments

  1. I’ve always liked the Ian & Sylvia version from Festival Express. They’ve got a great rhythm section for a couple of Canadian talk show hosts. Is that even their band? I don’t think Delaney or Billy K. were in their band. Doesn’t matter.

    Dig Jerry on George Harrison’s rosewood Telecaster. Dig how happy Jerry is.

  2. I blame Mickey. 12 bar doesn’t play to Phil’s strengths either, but I think Mickey wants more.

  3. Seriously, though: that whole stage concept would work for Ratdog

  4. Heroically fucked up really does it justice – I love how he pretends to play some rhythm during the guitar solo, looks at his guitar as if it’s the guitars fault, and then just decides that giving a sexy look is the way to go.

    And man, fuckin Ron Tutt is crushing it in this song.

  5. Four. Words : “It Hurts Me Too.” Also…Pigpen in general.

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