According the the NY TIMES, the play lists for the three final 50th anniversary shows in Chicago were carefully planned. Probably by Phil, 'cause it’s hard to imagine Bobby or Mickey or Bill thinking about anything for that long.
The first show focused on songs about music; the last on songs of farewell and remembrance. The middle one, I forget, possibly songs about balling large-breasted hippie chicks in the backs of VW vans in '68.
Good on 'em. But why end the 50 year run with “Attics of my Life?”
I would have been so pissed if I had been there. “Attics” is arguably the dullest, most plodding composition in the Garcia/Hunter songbook. I’ve been to several shows with an “Attic” encore, and always left with a sour taste in my mouth (possibly from the Upstate New York funk weed).
I need something upbeat to head home with…give me “Quinn the Eskimo” or “Don’t Ease Me In” or “U.S. Blues” or even the much-derided “Keep your Day Job” which they eventually dropped from the repetoire because so many Deadheads didn’t WANT to keep their day jobs and complained that it was harshing their mellow.
No, I never planned on attending. Attended my last show 20 years ago in 1995. Haven’t heard any of them play live since Jerry assumed room temperature.
Just sorry that they finished the long strange trip with that particular tune.