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Roger the Engineer by The Yardbirds. " I ain't done wrong " . Shit. Their entire catalog!
What really turned me onto the Dead was their studio album Blues for Allah; however, many will tell you that you only truly like the Dead if you hear their live music. For that I really, really, really enjoy the second disc of Dick's Picks Vol. 16, it's a great section of a concert they played at the Fillmore Auditorium 11/8/69. Europe '72 is also a quintessential live album and I'd say it would give you a broader picture of their music. I highly recommend frying on acid when you listen to them also because that's really what made the connection for me. Some people don't need that, but I did. Now I listen to them sober, drunk, on anything really hahah.Never did get into the Dead, it's all Hawkwind loving this side of the pond.
If you had to recommend an album to start with?
Never did get into the Dead, it's all Hawkwind loving this side of the pond.
If you had to recommend an album to start with?
live shows, reallly;the above and 5/8/77 are good places to start (this show six years or so after, in the exact same venue, is pretty cool, with a different band composition and slightly different style); as are the live-albums Europe 1972 and Live Dead; we were actually just having this very discussion over in The Grateful Dead Appreciation Thread.
Album-wise, though, American Beauty, Workingman's Dead, Aoxomoxoa, and a few others are genuinely worth a listen, but IMO, it is really, really, all about the live shows and all the more so when you're actually there, where I wasnt in 1969, obviously, but did see a handful of real Grateful Dead shows in my teens (one of which was terrible largely due to Jerry being doped out of his mind and Bobby drunk and spun out way too much) and shittons of newer incarnations of the band later on (particularly Phil; I've very rarely seen a Phil show that was bad because of Phil being off, TBH, and especially being intoxicated, although he can definitely play spun; but leave it to Bob fucking Weir. Love the guy but still.)