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"Major said 'why don't we give him the
rope to hang himself? No need to worry the jury, this kind of takes care of
itself, 23rd psalm Major Dobo, and reserve me a table for three, down in the
valley of the shadow, just you Alabama and me" "This is the last time
I wanna say 'so long', this is my last song for you" "I told Althea I
was lost and needed some direction, Althea told me that on scrutiny my back
might need protection" "Ain't nobody messing with you but you, your
friends are getting most concerned, loose with the truth, baby, it's your fire
just don't get burned" "Gonna be a long long crazy crazy night!"
"Compass card is spinning, helm is swinging too and fro, oh where is the
dog star? Where is the moon? You're a lost sailor, been away at sea too long"
"There is a price for being free...free don't always come for free"
"Got to be heaven, 'cause here's where the rainbow ends, if this isn't the
real thing then it's close enough to pretend" "I'm still walking so I
know I can dance, just a saint of circumstance, just a tiger in a trance"
"She brings me coffee, she brings me tea, she brings 'bout every damn
thing but the damn jailhouse keys"
Grateful Dead "Go To Heaven"
(1980)
Alabama Getaway/Far From Me/Althea/Feel
Like A Stranger//Lost Sailor/Saint Of Circumstance/Antwerp's Placebo (The
Plumber)/Easy To Love You/Don't Ease Me In
There's a joke doing the rounds among fans that the
Grateful Dead meant to call this album 'go to hell' but, thinking they looked
ridiculous in the leather gear and dark alleyways guitarist Bob Weir suggested
for the album sleeve, they elected to wear white disco suits and call the album
'Go To Heaven' instead. Whether the band achieved their goal depends on what
exactly you classify as 'heaven' or 'hell'. Largely upbeat, commercial material
with a (for the Dead) very contemporary production sheen would be most people's
idea of 'heaven' ; for most of the band's longstanding fans, however, hearing
the band that always dared to be different sounding like everyone else is
surely some idea of 'hell'. In fact most fans who lived through it would regard
the 1980s music scene as some kind of hell - a moment in time when all the
liberty and freedom the 1960s spirit stood for has been watered down to the
point where any band sounds the same, even one as dedicated to liberty and uniqueness
as the Grateful Dead. I'm still not quite sure whether following the pack down
the glossy production synthesiser road - the last thing any fan would have
expected of the band even a couple of years before this - represents a selling
out or the most daring thing the band ever did.
The rhyme and reason behind both title and sound get
murky too: are the Dead offering this sort of bland, easily copyable effort
because it really is the last thing that fans would have expected them to make?
Or have the band actively taken the decision at the height of their
unpopularity (after a decade of tailing-off record sales) to become just
'another pretty face'? Like the sleeve and the title, this album has divided
many a fan even in the unified camp of the Deadheads: is this a joke? Or is the
joke on us? I mean, just look at that album cover: it's like a still cut from
the 'Saturday Night Fever' movie, with John Travolta having grown a beard and
decided to pose with five of his friends in front of a wind machine (Jerry
Garcia, naturally, has to be Travolta). What's worse is that the disco fever
thing peaked in 1977 - here we are three years later when another two big
things have come along in quick succession (punk and new wave) and disco was
even more ridiculed than it is now (if that were possible).
We're remarkably early talking about an AAA album's
packaging rather than its contents, which perhaps tells you everything you need
to know about 'Go To Heaven': what non-fans might not understand is that
actually it's not bad; on a song-by-song basis it's actually an improvement on
'Shakedown Street' - it's just that there's even less ambition this time
around, which means that instead of the rollercoaster-ride of the late 1960s
and 70s (when Dead albums varied greatly in consistency) everything comes across
a little bit bland. There's no sense of anything 'big' being discussed here; no
20-minute epics about terrapins on railway platforms or gradually unravelling
suites about worshipping Allah in the Egyptian desert - even the (relatively)
inspired dips into new genres on reggae ('Fire On The Mountain') and funk
('Shakedown Street') are missing down this road. When we last left the Grateful
Dead they were on new trendy producer number two and still looking for that
breakthrough commercial hit that never came. 'Go To Heaven', recorded with the
help of producer number three Gary Lyons (fresh from working with the Dead-like
sounds of, err, Aerosmith and so another weird choice from Arista president
Clive Davis!) actually sounds better than either predecessor. A lover of weird
electronic trickery and sound effects, with a desire to put the criss-crossing
Garcia-Bob Weir guitars centre-stage no matter what, Lyons' production is
actually a lot more suitable than either Keith Olsen's ('Terrapin') or Lowell
George's ('Shakedown') had been. Some parallel universe somewhere - where this
Dead/Lyons collaborative album is titled 'Go To Hell' and featuring the sort of
songs that would grace next album 'In The Dark'- would actually have turned out
rather well. It's just that the Dead - who by now are on their sixth studio
album in seven years, more even than in the 1960s - are tired out. In typical
Dead style, rather than demand time off to write or take a break in a punishing
tour schedule everyone just kind of sheepishly continued doing what they'd
always done, only not quite as well.
They're also becoming sick of having to make records
with in-house producers unsuited to their music. Whenever the album sessions
are discussed the band tend to snarl - perhaps not with quite the same venom
they felt for either David Hassinger during the making of 'Anthem Of The Sun'
in 1968 ('Thick air! He wants the sound of thick air!') or Keith Olsen during
'Terrapin Station' in 1977 ('They overdubbed a choir? Without consulting
us?!?') but enough to make the sessions seem...uncomfortable. Lyons admitted
later that he'd never really known much about the Dead before getting the job
and that the band were too set in their ways after a decade and a half of
working together. What's more, no one in the band seemed to care as much as he
did about the 'Christmas 1979' deadline Arista gave him - which like most
deadlines in the land of the Dead simply zoomed by without the band really
noticing (the band had been through this scenario lots of times but Lyons was
still new, with something to prove, which put him into an awkward halfway house
between band and bosses). From their point of view the Dead didn't like the way
Lyons messed around with their 'traditional set-up'; in particular the band's
use of 'two drummers'. If you've ever heard this album and thought that
something was 'missing' from the sound even compared to the late 1970 Dead LPs
then that is probably it: Lyons simply used Billy for most of the album (after
hearing them 'audition' and deciding he was the most 'rock-solid' of the two, a
definition which completely misses the mark of what a good Dead drum part
represents!) and excluded Mickey as much as he could; the older Dead albums
where only Billy plays could get away with this (1967, 1971-74) but by now the
twin attack of 'the serpent catching its own tail' is too much a part of the
Dead's sound and the band have already got used to playing most of the album
songs this way on the road. Arguably this is Lyons' single worst decision in
charge of this album: 'Go To Heaven' is fittingly 'top heavy' given the album
title but doesn't have the drive and power of even the worst moments of
'Terrapin' and 'Shakedown', removing even more of the sound that made the Dead
stand out from the crowd. Mickey got his revenge though: the subtitle of
'Antwerp's Placebo' ('The Plumber') is meant to be a dig at the fact that Lyons
trained originally as a plumber's apprentice before landing himself a job with Arista
- Hart clearly thought he should have stuck to it! Lyons also treated the Dead
like any 'normal' band by pushing them through take after take - all the best
Dead recordings are imperfect, that's just the way they're built and to take
one example this studio version of 'Althea' doesn't swing anywhere near the
period concert rendition s(possibly because the version on record is take
one-hundred-and-something). Also, the band simply didn't get on with their new
producer socially.The reason that 'Feel Like A Stranger' ends so abruptly
(cutting off into silence) is also due to an 'argument' between Bob and Lyons
over something trivial that both men have since forgotten; Lyons threatened to
simply 'cut' the song at the end if he didn't get his way and - with final
mixdown due soon after - made good on his threat, much to the Dead's shock when
they heard a final pressing (quite a few fans reportedly sent their vinyl
copies into Arista to ask for a refund because they assumed it was faulty!;
sadly Rhino haven't yet featured the song with a fade as originally intended in
their subsequent re-pressings of the album). Just as with Olsen and George, the
band never worked with Lyons again after this - and, even more notably, called
time on the idea of working with outside producers full stop (their next two
and last two albums after this will both be self-produced - memorable quote
from bassist Phil Lesh 'I hate producers - if I ever have to work with one
again I'll probably kill myself').
The band have had another major development since
'Shakedown Street' - the replacement of Keith and Donna Godchaux with Brent
Mydland. Keith and Donna had been perfect for the band sound in the
early-to-mid 1970s, all those flying washes of colour and extra layers to add
to the band's most complex and multi-faceted songs. By 1980, however, the
tiredness and the excesses were beginning to show and, just as with Pigpen a
decade before, it was keyboardist Keith who was struggling to hide the effects
the most. Dead concerts of the late 1970s tend to sound static and repetitive
compared to that lovely sound of freedom all previous Dead shows had contained;
the fact that Keith and Donna' marriage was falling apart - with the other band
members being stuck in the middle - meant that they had to have a word in 1979
and a mutual decision was taken for them to leave the band. A shame, given that
Keith's work especially was the highlight of many a 1970s Dead album, but an
understandable one thankfully taken the right way by all parties (Donna's since
called it 'like several weights being lifted from my shoulders all at once').
Their replacement, however, always was and will
probably always remain controversial. Brent Mydland was everything Keith was
not: a former member of short-lived but promising 1970s band Silver, he
preferred playing synthesisers rather than grand pianos, his tastes tended
towards the middle of the road rather than the jazzy fringes and while both men
were intrinsically shy Brent just about hid his insecurities behind a brasher
manner onstage that meant fans took a while to get used to him. Most
controversially of all, Brent added his voice to harmonies that for years now
had been sung by just Jerry and Bob alone (sometimes with Donna and one lone
vocal from Keith in 1973); his voice wasn't even a replacement for Phil Lesh's
delicate falsetto - last heard in regular active service around 1970 - but a
gruff growl that cut through Jerrys' old-before-his-time paper-thin vocals like
a sword. However it was Jerry himself who'd picked the new member of their
skeleton crew after hearing him play in Bob's solo concerts; the rest of the
band clearly saw something in him too. Many fans were shocked and even today
Mydland's recruitment is seen as being on a par with hiring John Blunt to
replace John Lennon in The Beatles or getting one of the Spice Girls to replace
Diana Ross in the Supremes. Personally I've always loved Brent's material,
especially in later years when Mydland writes pretty much all the best material
on 1989's farewell 'Built To Last' (especially in concert). However the
question as to whether the 'new guy' ever really 'fitted' in the band is quite
another: few of his songs ever have the space for traditional Dead-jamming and
the rest of the band barely appear on his two songs from this album, both of
which find the Dead travelling further down the 'commercial' road most fans
wish they'd never walked down. Sadly for Brent, the seven year gap between this
album and the next meant that fans only had his two worst songs on this album
to mull over rather than his better and more appropriate songs from later in
the decade. Taken on their own terms and out of context neither 'Far From Me'
or 'Easy To Love You' is that bad, but the fact that even Jerry and Bob at
their catchiest and slickest manage to sound more Dead-like than this rather put
the nail on that particular coffin. Personally I think we'd have seen a whole
'new' Dead in the wake of 'Built To Last', one where the edges had been knocked
off both band tradition and Mydland's distinctive sound and that a follow-up to
'Built To Last' with Mydland on equally top-form would have been the best in
years; alas however good he is across this album (the piano washes on 'Lost
Sailor' in particular are every bit the equal of Godchaux's work) Brent's songs
and his voice sound 'lost' in the Dead sound, a singer from the 'normal', poppy
world finding himself trapped in a horizon of skeletons. Not a marriage made in
'heaven', in other words, but over time this marriage of convenience got better
as both sides realised the gifts both brought to the party - and given more
time (Brent, sadly, died young in 1990) might have been a true marriage of love
between fans and keyboardist.
In truth, it's not just Brent whose 'lost' across
this album. If ever an album represented the feeling of being 'lost' its 'Go To
Heaven'. The phrase keeps cropping up again and again in the lyrics, usually
with some awful retribution hanging over the protagonist's head if they don't
get to where they ought to be: The three Weir songs at the heart of this album
set out the feeling from their titles alone: 'Feel Like A Stranger' 'Lost
Sailor' 'Saint Of Circumstance'. The last two were generally sung as a pair in
concert anyway but all three sound like similar missives from parallel
journeys; telegrams from different periods when for whatever reason the compass
you've been navigating by had broken and left you stranded in the dark. 'Saint
Of Circumstance' even ends the trilogy with the protagonist seemingly in the
afterlife after the end of life's great journey - but even then he has no clue
as to what's going on and isn't any really any better off than when he started.
Garcia and lyricist Robert Hunter's songs are similarly lost and confused. 'Alabama
Getaway' is a re-write of 'Dupree's Diamond Blues', a reluctant killer waiting for
a jury to return a verdict and not quite sure what happens next; 'Althea' is a
warning about trouble on the horizon, the narrator even saying that he's
'feeling lost' with the friends of the narrator 'getting most concerned'. (A
third Garcia-Hunter song recorded at the sessions but unreleased till the 1990s
is 'What'll You Raise?', yet another song using cards as a metaphor for life
but in which he wonders 'if there's a heaven how can we fall?' and promising to
find his way back soon - wherever home might be after reckless years gambling
his life away). Brent's first songs for the band typically centre on 'doomed
love' (the theme of every single one of his songs with the exception of the
ecological 'We Can Run') - a natural backdrop for a subject matter of being
lost. 'Far From Me' is the tale of two lovers who pretend that it's over for
good but are clearly still thinking about each other and secretly wonder
whether they're better off being back together and whose title refers to the
distance between them which leaves the narrator scratching his head as to where
exactly he is now that he's not by her side; 'Easy To Love You' is a happier
song on the same theme, about new beginnings but even this one finds time to
call the 'new' person in the narrator's life 'little stranger', with the hint
that both figures have found love the hard way. That just leaves a curious
percussion piece credited to the two drummers ('Antwerp's Placebo' - is this a
reference to the Belgian region so named allegedly because a giant demanded a
toll to cross over and cut off the hands of those who couldn't pay up? This
would link with the theme of being cruelly set against when lost in new waters.
Incidentally, the giant was clearly a member of the UK Coalition's welfare
committee...) and a return to one of the Dead's earliest cover songs 'Don't
Ease Me In (another lovable ruffian locked up with an uncertain future). Ever
since the Dead's 'comeback' in 1975 they've sounded like a band making stops on
the way to a destination; they even have settings or names: Egypt for 'Blues
For Allah', 'Terrapin Station' 'Shakedown Street'... Readily recognisable
places for a band who know where they're going. However, whether by accident or
design 'Go To Heaven' is a band that's lost and knows it - by rights it should
be this album rather than its successor called 'In The Dark'!
That raises another interesting point about this
album: for the first time ever Jerry Garcia is not the dominant force in the
band, securing as many credits on this album (two) as 'the new guy'. Instead
it's Bob Weir, fresh from his second 'actual' solo record 'Heaven Help The
Fool' (discounting for the moment an album made as part of the band 'Kingfish')
who dominates the record for the first and only time. Actually Bob only gets
three credits himself but his songs are three of the four longest and sit at the
'heart' of this album, right in the middle. Two of them are also two out of the
three album highlights (along with Garcia's 'Althea'). Bob had been getting
nearer and nearer to the metaphorical 'centre of the stage' for some time and
had long since left behind the 'teenage pin up' role he'd once had within the
band. His two solo albums, whole not strong sellers, had proved to Bob that
there was space for him outside the band and his relationship with lyricist
John Barlow had been picking up steam since the pair had started working
together in 1971. By now the pair had been writing together for nearly a decade
and were only three years behind Garcia-Hunter's more prolific partnership and knew
each other well - in retrospect it's an awful shame that the Dead's back
catalogue effectively shuts up shop now for seven odd years as the pair feel on
the verge of the creative breakthrough Hunter and Garcia experienced circa
'Workingman's Dead' and 'American Beauty'.
Robert Hunter, meanwhile, knew Garcia only too well
- and the mess the guitarist was making of his life. This is the period when
Jerry had three women on the go: his long-standing relationship with 'Mountain Girl' Carolyn
Adams who he finally married just after this album's release after two decades
together, artist Manesha Matheson who Jerry married in 1990 and old school
sweetheart Deborah Koons who he married in 1994, a year before his death. None
of the three knew much about the other's existence and the band and personnel
knew only as much as they could ever get Jerry to admit to. Add in an
escalating heroin addiction that had been gradually growing worse but really
hit its peak in the early 1980s and you have a recipe for a disaster: it
doesn't quite show in the music just yet but many of the Dead's shows from
1981-85 are full of bum notes, missed solo and forgotten words, which are
deeply unusual even for the late 1970s Jerry but become more normal as the
years progress. Many fans sense a 'change' sometime about now - but Robert
Hunter has more insight than just about anyone. 'Althea' was written as a sort
of musical intervention, a 'warning' saying all the sorts of things best
friends want to say to each other but never quite can; Jerry being Jerry and
avoiding confrontation at all costs he didn't even comment when the words were
handed to him to match a doomy piece of music he'd been working on (typically
Hunter, the name 'Althea' is deliberately chosen - it means 'healing' in
ancient Greek, clearly his hope for what this piece might do). Fans are only
beginning to murmur it for now but clearly there's a match between Garcia's
lack of creativity with just two songs to his name (compare to 16 published in
1970 alone) and the rapid decline in his health. Luckily Bob has stepped up his
gamer to cover for Jerry - but Phil is in a creative lull that's lasted since
'Passenger' on 'Terrapin' and Brent doesn't yet have the nous or respect to
bring too many songs to the table. Perhaps the real reason Dead fans don't rate
'Go To Heaven' much is because there's so little Garcia on it - and yet
Garcia's health is almost certainly the inspiration for its better moments too,
the fears of being adrift on a shop in the middle of a sea with no idea of
where to go.
So, overall, how does 'Go To Heaven' stack up? In
short, not very well by Dead standards: the ambition that fuelled even the
weaker Dead albums had dried up and even for a band who liked their skeletons
there simply isn't enough meat on this album's bones. Even though a few fans
still stick up for 'Heaven' I don't know a single one who wouldn't have
preferred an album titled 'The Grateful Dead Go To Hell' with a grungier, less
commercial sound. But everyone's idea of 'Go To Heaven' is different just as
everyone's idea of 'Heaven' is different: the Dead had to do something to
survive when first sales and then inspiration began drying up and giving way to
your record company boss to make a 'commercial' record is about a good a
response as any. What's more, there are enough examples here of things that do
work to make that experiment worth trying: the suite of 'Lost Sailor' into
'Saint Of Circumstance' is everything the Dead were at their best - addressing
a problem, using poetical metaphors lesser-read bands simply wouldn't have
touched, yet still with space for the music to take over and best of all a
'happy' ending that sounds natural and fitting rather than forced (with
'Circumstance' working in the same way that 'Franklin's Tower' does at the end
of 'Help on The Way' and the last stop on 'Terrapin Station' offers the hero
light at the end of a tunnel after several minutes stuck 'At A Siding').
'Althea' also makes a unique experiment in Robert Hunter writing what he can
never bring himself to say to his best friend Jerry's face: that if you don't
do something to turn your life around quick you might not have it for much
longer (the diabetic coma that Garcia slips into is only six years of
hard-living away). These three songs aren't quite the best of the Dead
catalogue, but they do represent an improvement on almost everything on
'Shakedown Street' which is a bonus. As all good Deadheads know the band never
released a 'bad' studio record in their careers as even the worst of them have
some quality that no other band can ever provide, even when they're doing it
badly as per a lot of this record. Our advice is: buy the rest first and get
this album last so you won't be disappointed - but, inevitably, by the time
you've bought all the good Dead LPs you'll want to hear most every note the
band recorded anyway, the Grateful Dead are like that. My idea of 'Heaven' is a
load of Grateful Dead albums in fact, along with the work of every other AAA
band and there is very much a place for this unloved album in my afterlife -
the difference is that my heaven doesn't come with disco suits, wind machines,
a disco vibe or half the album's contents.
The album starts with 'Alabama Getaway', which like
many a contemporary pop song of 1980 sounds like it could have been released 30
years before that: this Garcia-Hunter song is so close to Chuck Berry's
travelogue style you can almost hear the
'duck-walk' in the middle. Most Dead songs don't take place in 'our' universe'
- or at least only a sepia toned version of it - and so it is with this rocky,
frivolous song about a criminal in some sort of Western court waiting for a
verdict. We never actually find out exactly what the un-named person did wrong
in Hunter's quick-stepping lyrics but it doesn't sound good: he's hoping he
doesn't have to 'hit' someone to pull off a certain job and like 'Dupree's
Diamond Blues' (a 1969 Dead song this closely follows) we're clearly meant to
side with the outlaw fallen into bad ways than with the law. In fact, like many
a Dead 'outlaw' song, the law itself is darker and nastier in its facelessness
and lack of understanding than any criminal could ever be: despite the jaunty
tone of most of this song it's lines like 'No need to worry the jury - this
kind take care of themselves' that stick in the mind. Like much of this album
there's a good song in there somewhere but a rushed sounding recording and a
lack of anything distinctly Dead-ish rather take the excitement out of things,
although at least this time around the band play with energy and gusto, not the
weariness of most of the record. The strong presence of Brent on harmonies
already - who drowns out both Jerry and Bob on the choruses - must have come as
a shock to fans who hadn't heard about the change in the ranks, although this
song is actually more suited to Mydland than many Dead songs, sharing the same
outlaw-in-a-hurry vibe of many of his own works (was the ever-empathetic Hunter
keen to give the new chap a song he might like playing in concert in between
all those oldies he didn't know too well yet?) Despite not being particularly
strong as Garcia-Hunter songs go or as commercial as some of the tracks the
band have been writing recently the laidback charm of 'Alabama Getaway'was
enough to make it only the Dead's third ever charting single and their first
since 1970 (when 'Uncle John's Band' and 'Truckin' both briefly made the
charts).
Mydland is up next for his first song with the group
'Far From Me' and it was a brave decision indeed to place it here, second in
the running, rather than one of the more Dead-like songs on the album. Like the
other six Mydland songs to come it's a nice song that doesn't quite fit in the
Dead canon: love songs and pop songs were never their forte and even with
comparison with the other songs on this most conventional of Dead LPs this song
sounds remarkably cliched and familiar-sounding. All that said, it's not a bad
song: had Mydland gone solo after the split of 'Silver' in 1977 and never met
up with the Dead he could quite conceivably have had a hit with this song. The
tune is pretty, if not as distinctive as most of Jerry's or Bob's, and the
lyrics show an intelligence rare in songs this generic. Even if you don't know
about or hadn't yet experienced the decade to come of public marital bust-ups,
drink and drug fixes and on-stage breakdowns you get the sense that this song
is 'real': that the lover who finds that he can't live with or without his
partner and is in some kind of bitter stalemate is written from experience not
imagination. The closing lines that 'this is the last time I wanna say 'so
long', this song is my last song for you' is particularly clever, even though
it turns out that it wasn't true: it was, like all the other Mydland songs for
the Dead to come, a love-hate song for wife Lisa and sets the tone for all of
the six songs to follow. Legend has it that illustrator and burgeoning music
critic J M De Mattias quit his job with Rolling Stone Magazine after Deadhead's
response to his review of this album and particularly this song in 1980 (he
hated the former but loved the latter, 'which allows the rest of the band to
play tightly and impressively within definite musical boundaries'). Most
un-attuned ears probably agreed with him and rated the Mydland songs over the
rest too. 'Far From Me' is a good song
it just isn't a good Grateful Dead song precisely because it fits those
boundaries so well instead of breaking them.
'Althea' finally sounds like the 'old' Dead, a
slower more casual song that in other hands would have been a lazy blues number
but in the Dead's has added lyrical bite, an urgency in the lyrics that
contrasts nicely with the slow tempo and laidback canter of the music. Hunter I've
always seen this song as a conversation between two friends and that Hunter was
in fact 'Althea' and that the pal in need he was trying to comfort was Jerry.
That's put a whole new slant on this song for many of us Deadheads who used to
see this song as another bit of Hunter make-believe featuring people with
classical names; since Jerry's passing in 1995 'Althea' sounds like a very
touching song from a friend in two minds about telling someone he cares about
to sharpen up his act and what their response will be. As we've already said,
'Althea' means 'healing' - something
that Hunter, who cared about his character names, must have known. 'Ain't
nobody messing with you but you, your friends are most concerned' runs the key
line of this song, hidden away in the middle verse as if half-afraid that Garcia would hear it before
telling him to 'weigh up the balance' between 'things you can replace - and
things you cannot'. Hunter probably had Garcia's love square (with three
girlfriends on the go!) in mind but perhaps also his friend's declining health:
worryingly he gets one of his 'possible outcomes' for his friend spot-on, with
Garcia somewhere between 'meeting the fate of Ophelia, sleeping with per chance
to dream' and 'another clown in the burying ground'. While most of the lyrics
are cushioned with Hunter's usual love of word-play and a clear fondness for
his subject matter (Hunter adds how similar the pair are, that he 'can't talk
to you without talking to me - we're guilty of the same things') you wonder how
Jerry would have taken the sting in the last line written for him by his best
friend: 'Been talking a lot about less and less and forgetting the love we
bring'. You wonder in fact whether Jerry knew at all: his vocal is caught at
the exact halfway between pain and ignorance, half-following the shrugged shoulders
of the melody line and half wincing at the urgency of the lyrics to change his
life which varies from sentence to sentence. In fact the contrast between the
melody and words are the single greatest thing about this terrific song;
chances are like most Garcia-Hunter songs the melody was written first and
Jerry was probably surprised at the 'come on'# tone of the lyrics he was given
and yet, like most Garcia-Hunter songs, they fit like a glove: the sound of a
man going to his death (or at least a diabetic coma that will alter his life
for the remainder) without knowing it and with his friends knowing that they
will never be able to change his course. Spookily Jerry chose to revive it for
the first time in several shows at the penultimate ever Dead concert on July
8th 1995, making it among the last ten or so songs he ever sang onstage. Even
without that knowledge, however, 'Althea' is a lovely song and one of the
collaborator's last classic songs together.
'Feel Like A Stranger' certainly does seem like 'strange'
territory, a Weir-Barlow song that builds on the former's equally weird
'Estimated Prophet' with its synth-heavy stylings and lack of the usual Dead
guitar-and-drums sound. The Dead don't sound like they belong in this new
landscape but fans do like this song, taking up its cry of 'it's gonna be a
long long crazy crazy night!' as another Dead quote to stick on banners and
wave in concert alongside 'what a long strange trip it's been' and 'they're a
band beyond description'. Lyrically this is about the sudden 'pull' between two
people who've never met before - and should, by rights be called the opposite
of 'feel like a stranger'; this song is about the uncanny sense of meeting
someone knew and feeling as if you've known them for the whole of your life (or
several lives in fact). The strutting sound of the backing (which recalls the
funk of 'Shakedown Street's title track and thankfully is the closest the Dead
ever came to making music to match their disco album cover) suggests that the
pair have just met on the dance floor in some club somewhere and the one
element of disco the Dead share - a tendency to just keep on going after the
song ends, here with the same relentless beat throughout - is milked to the
maximum in a long drawn out ending. That is, a long drawn out ending until the
rug is pulled out sharply from under our feet mid-note: something we now know
was caused by an argument between writer and producer but which sounds in
context like the Dead laughing at their disco selves and making the strutting
peacock dancer sound as if he's fallen over mid-leap! There are some great
versions of this out there in the Dead's ocean of concerts available but like a
lot of the album this studio version of the song never quite takes off, despite
a great vocal from Bob, some interesting synth sound effects from Brent and
some guitar fills from Jerry that sound much sparser than usual. Ultimately,
though, it's hard to warm to 'Stranger' the way most Dead songs allow you to -
and by the end 'Stranger' still feels like a stranger, a track we barely got to
know.
The pair also wrote the vastly superior 'Lost
Sailor', a gorgeous flowing ballad about being all at sea without a compass
(anyone whose read one of our David Crosby will recognise a lot of the imagery;
could the band's friend and early inspiration been in turn inspired to write
1988's 'Compass' after hearing this song? The two are almost twins). Barlow's
lyrics are a little metaphor heavy but do their job well, with some wonderful
imagery every bit as good as Hunter's (is there a better representation of life
than the line 'Sometimes the gales are howling, sometimes the sea is still as
glass'?) There's a fascinating rumination on what it means to be 'free' in
there too: the sailor is without constraints for possibly the first time in his
life, obeying no man-made laws and setting out on his own course - but the cost
for being 'free' seems to be 'drowning' with the great line that 'free don't
always come for free'; so close is this to the subject matter of 'Althea' of
breaking rules getting you into trouble that you wonder which lyricist inspired
which (they must have been close on each other's masts: both songs were debuted
at the very same show, on August 4th 1979). Weir's music is unusually
understated and complex for his usual style and sits alone with just 'Weather
Report Suite' as the only minor key (and as a result the only 'melancholy')
Weir song in the Dead deck of cards. Perhaps not co-incidentally it's his
single best song for the band since that one, a melody that isn't set in stone
but rolls with each musical wave that breaks over its bows and which rolls to
and fro nicely throughout the song, with plenty of space for side-journeys into
solos and extra-curricular excursions (Garcia's urgent, fiery solo near the end
being the best). Curiously Lyons seems to have finally 'got' the band with this
song, giving the song lots of space and dynamic range the rest of the record
doesn't have, as well as a lot of Dead-friendly sound effects of tinging bells,
seagulls and the like. The song ends up sounding like a real 'journey' that
lasts much more than just the nearly six minutes it does on record and sits
proudly amongst classics of old. In concert the song was often paired with the
next Weir-Barlow song...
'Saint Of Circumstance', so it's curious that the
original 'Go To Heaven' record splits both tracks between the two sides of
vinyl. This is the happy answer to the last song's mournful question 'where am
I going?', starting off with the opening line 'This must be heaven, tonight I
crossed the line...you must be the angel I thought I'd never find'. The only
song on the album to actually mention 'Heaven' in the lyrics (although as we've
seen the album outtake 'What'll You Raise?' mentions it too), the song is just
about ambiguous enough to make us wonder where the narrator actually is there
or has simply been knocked delirious by the storm ('Got to be heaven 'cause
this is where the rainbows end, if this ain't the real thing then it's close
enough to pretend'). The rest of the song harks back to The Beach Boys' 'Sail
On Sailor', with the narrator on a journey that is hard and punishing and
nearly impossible but one that he'll never back down from ('Sure don't know
what I'm going for but I'm go for it for sure!') I may be reading too much into
these lyrics but it seems at times as if Bob is singing about the state of the
band here: with no stars to guide him and none of the band's previous journeys
of any use in the then-contemporary era with a fading band he gets worried
until realising that at its best the journey still seems a natural one: 'That
rich wind whines and I see the dark star shine' (the band often likened their
'formation flying' improvisation skills to a 'wind' that would be bigger than
them but which each member could sense rising and falling as they played, while
'Dark Star' is of course one of the most epic improvisatory songs the band ever
wrote, way back in 1969). The summation that the narrator is lost but has the
capacity to get his way out of trouble even so is memorable summed up in the
title phrase and the idea that each of us are saints in our own circumstance:
that we all have the power to do the right thing, but that doing the right
thing will always come at a cost. It may be that Weir and Barlow had another
classic Dead song, 'St Stephen', in mind here: we made the point in our review
for 'Aoxomoxoa' that Stephen was the first of the Christian saints who never
met Jesus and converted out of what he'd heard and read and who knew what price
he would pay for his devotion, worrying (in the Dead's version at least) about
whether he was making the right move (we added the idea that this tied in with
the 1960s 'movement', which both pulled away from and towards older values on
an almost month by month basis in the middle of the decade). This saint is too
blown by wind and rain but sounds older, not necessarily wiser but more sure
that the road he's travelling down has a purpose that will be revealed, even if
it doesn't reveal itself to him, guided by an 'angel' that the more worldly and
practical Stephen was never lucky enough to see. The end result is another
memorable track, perhaps not quite up to 'Lost Sailor' simply because it sounds
more akin to what the Dead and more specifically Bob had recorded before but
still a great song, with haunting lyrics and a catchy melody that's especially
lovely for the rolling Godchaux-like piano washes that Brent brings to the
table (just about the only time Mydland overtly tries to sound like his
predecessor - it's a shame he didn't try this style more often as it clearly
suited him).
'Antwerp's Placebo (The Plumber)' is another 30
second percussion piece that sounds like a sister piece to 'Serengetti' from
'Shakedown Street' and the closest the Dead ever came to putting their full
onslaught of 'drumz' concert improvisations on record. With both songs you
wonder what the band were trying to achieve - the track simply doesn't last
long enough to make an impression and seems to be here simply to keep the two
drummers in the writing credits as much as anything else. The name is a curio: the
plumber bit we had a stab at in our introduction but why would a region of
Belgium be offering a 'fake drug' (or at least one that only works in the
mind?) Is this a reference to warfare and how each day of fighting doesn't
really matter as both sides mark it as a 'victory'? (Antwerp was a key player
in World War Two, fought over keenly by both sides due to its significance as a
port). Or a reference to the 'big bang' theory (built on an original
observation by Belgian physician Georges Lamaitre) which leaves the universe as
we know it as merely a 'placebo' between two real worlds?! Or are the Dead
simply making stuff up and messing with my head again?!
There's no such problems with what Brent's 'Easy To
Love You' is all about - in fact the song is a little one-layered to be honest
(Clive Davis, with tongue-in-cheek, is meant to have asked Brent to 'bung in a couple
of lines about pyramids' to turn this into a more Dead kind of a song! Weirdly
pyramids never actually crop up in any Dead lyric but ask a non-fan what the
Dead usually sing about and it'll be that, followed by trucks, china cat sunflowers
and greying hair if they know a little Dead). Brent's melody is very easy on
the ear, though, closer to true country-rock pioneers Poco than their better-selling
but less interesting successors The Eagles and John Barlow's set of lyrics
capture Brent's character of doomed romantic resignation well. Given the dark
songs we know are to come from Brent's catalogue it's good to hear him happy
for once, with 'Easy To Love You' the closest thing to a straightforward love
song in the Dead canon. However even the end of this song feels slightly
sinister, the narrator whose spent the whole song cooing and telling his loved
one not to be 'afraid' adding for our benefit that she is a 'sun that fades
away', a 'darkness' that 'hides the day'. I don't know about you but I see
oodles of trouble brewing here...(did Brent add these lines to John's original
lyric perhaps? They're much more 'his' style). One thing that often gets
forgotten in amongst wondering where Brent fits in with the band both musically
and harmonically is what a good singer he is when singing on his own as here.
When a part of the Dead's harmonies his brunt force tends to get in the way of
Bob's charm and Jerry's charisma, but here Brent shows his softer side and this
early on in his musical career - before the drink and drugs begin to take hold
- his voice is sweetly pure. The band do well to stay out of his way here, not-withstanding
a tasty guitar solo Garcia fits in just before the most 1980 synth solo part
imaginable and some steel drums. I'd never listen to this kind of stuff by
choice had it not appeared on a Grateful Dead LP, but as a one-off heard in a
small dose here its kinda nice and more memorable than 'Far From Me'.
With the end in sight, at barely the 36 minute
stage, 'Go To Heaven' really needs to end with something substantial to make
this album seem up to standard. After all the Dead have a tradition of this:
the 'Blues From Allah Suite', the title track of 'Terrapin Station', I even
prefer the moody ballad 'If I Had The World To Give' to most fans. But no we
end more or less where we came in, with a rocky and fun but inconsequential
re-working of traditional song 'Don't Ease Me In' (one of the Dead's earliest
songs back when they were still known as 'The Warlocks' and released as the
band's first single in 1966 - you can hear it on the studio half of the 'Birth
Of The Dead' set released in 2003). You can see why the Dead of both eras would
have loved this song: it's a bouncy tale of a ragabond on the run from the law
but whose soft heart and need for company lets him down (ending with the
memorable couplet 'she brings ,me coffee, she brings me tea, she brings me
everything but the jailhouse key!') Songs
like this are the backbone of the Dead's (and especially Robert Hunter's) catalogue:
charismatic individuals on the run from a faceless society because they
accidentally or mischievously broke a law that doesn't really effect anyone.
The un-named narrator could, in fact, be the Grand-daddy of the one in 'A
Friend Of The Devil', the padre of 'Jack Straw the Outlaw' and the grand-uncle
to 'Dupree' and his diamond blues. The contrasts between the two versions of
the song sum up everything 'wrong' with both eras of the band: the first is
scrappy yet exciting, sloppy yet dangerous and played slightly too fast through
excitement and adrenalin. The second is tight yet lifeless, polished yet
impersonal and played slightly too slow through a dozen too many takes. It's
the Dead's life journey in a microcosm and while not horrid - Jerry turns in
his best vocal on the album - it does sum up everything that's wrong with this
record in one handy purchase and proof that the Dead should really not have
listened to ideas of commerciality or producers.
Overall, then, 'Go To Heaven' is a short,
lightweight work that left the band so un-enamoured with it and uninspired that
they spent a whole seven years trying to avoid following it up. By Dead
standards there's no meat in this sandwich and even the little that there is is
largely smothered by a production sauce that makes it taste the same as
everything else around in 1980. In many ways this project was doomed to failure
the minute that the Dead agreed to take on a third straight producer who'd
never really heard of them and tried to get them to fit a mould the Dead were
never going to make work for them. And yet when this album works it really
really works. 'Heaven' might be a bit strong - there's nothing here to give
'American Beauty' or 'Wake Of The Flood' sleepless nights after all - but if
paradise isn't listening to the troubled 'Lost Sailor' suddenly finding his way
at the start of 'Saint Of Circumstance' or hearing and understanding the lyrics
of friendship in 'Althea' meet the stubborn music head-on then I don't know
what is. There are better Dead albums, there are more consistent Dead albums
and most of all there are a whole lot of more Dead-like Dead albums than this.
But if 'Go To Heaven' with its three mini-masterpieces is arguably the nadir of
the Dead's studio catalogue then, well, that's still a pretty high nadir to
achieve in a career that lasted three whole decades. Too many Dead fans 'feel
like a stranger' to this record after being put off by the reviews, that title
and especially that cover: our advice is don't be, there's a lot here to enjoy
and enough Dead-isms here to embrace even if you have to play 'Where's Wally?'
with finding them underneath all that slick commercialism and professionalism. Although
'recommendation' would perhaps be too strong a word, 'Go To Heaven' is in fact
not a journey to 'hell' at all, just a side-trip down another cul-de-sac that
didn't quite work out.
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