Listening to this live Grateful Dead album here in this year of our lord 2023, I'm reminded of the first time someone sat me down and had me listen to a live recording of this band more than 20 years ago, and the words that echoed in my head then as clearly as they do now:
"Why in the fuck is this jerk forcing me to listen to this garbage?"
It's fine if you like the Grateful Dead, I just don't get it and I'm pretty sure that I never will. I've given it a chance. I've given it 100 chances, it still sounds like a bunch of people with nothing meaningful to say noodling around a guitar for a half hour so that hippies have something to listen to while they do drugs and pretend to be more enlightened than the rest of us.
I'm already so sick to death of this, and I just finished the first song. It's 23 minutes long. I thought I'd listened to multiple tracks, but it's hard to tell, since all of their songs sound the same. It's like if you took prog rock, and stripped away everything interesting that they were doing musically and lyrically, leaving a miasma of pointless notes played over and over until the acid finally wears off and you realize that you're in your mid-40s with no vocational skills and a broken-down VW bus full of dirty children with names like Magnolia and Dew Drop and Camshaft
2/5 I will never forgive you for making me listen to this band again. Never.