This applies mostly to solo acoustic guitar, and maybe a little impromptu jamming with someone else. The premise is as follows:
1) Acoustic songs involve a little rhythm with leads interspersed and sung lyrics. Nothing more.
2) The songs must be worked over many times to make them fluid and second-nature.
3) The lead lines need to be seamless in their introduction, but then can be loose in terms of structure and melody.
4) The lead lines need to be as tasty as possible, and therefore should be a culmination of the best available.
This then leads to:
1) Deciding what song you want to master.
2) Playing it in generic terms for a long, long time to make it fluid and second-nature.
3) Then, finally, scouring the archives to select exactly which tasty riffs you want to incorporate.
The order of this logic is not important. The concept of distillation by whatever means, however, is.
Much of the really, really tasty stuff Jer did came after the band noodled around for quite a while during a song, trying to get the groove going. Once Jer found the groove he would try to work it around to something tasty he had come upon once before, had glimpsed, and wanted to get back to. For him, it was probably just a feeling that would well up in him, he would see slightly ahead of the moment and will himself to get to higher ground. When it happened, from countless experiences, he knew the odds were good that he might enter into that magical envelope, and once there he could do no wrong. But these moments were fleeting since they were merely “peels of fragile thunder.”
A good example of this is the end of Supplication. Several of them, if you scour them in the archives, don’t catch fire. But a few do. They’re beautiful in their composition: chord riffing triplets all over the place, and then the tastiest lead crescendos imaginable, really stretching the envelope with their reach.
All of the really great Dead songs have jams that involve some element of beautiful composition and “knock your socks off” tasty melodies. But because they involve a band and audience setting, Jer couldn’t keep working the nuclei of the tastiest parts for long since it was slipstream and the tastiest parts, for him most likely, were lost in the clutter, or involved some compromise due to flubs or miscues. Nonetheless, he created them unknowingly, and they did exist, however briefly, and are captured forever in the archives.
From our perspective, we don’t have to noodle incessantly to get to these thin-air regions since we can hone and distill these tasty parts in the comfort of our homes with time on our side. By working them over and over, with only slight variability of nuance and other factors, culling the best of the best out there, putting them all together, and better yet, extend the tasty reach that he, himself, only glimpsed, we can render melodies even better than he had created. And in the final analysis, the melodies are what are all important.
That is the dream of the solo acoustic guitarist who is lured to the guitar-playing magic that Garcia created.
1) Acoustic songs involve a little rhythm with leads interspersed and sung lyrics. Nothing more.
2) The songs must be worked over many times to make them fluid and second-nature.
3) The lead lines need to be seamless in their introduction, but then can be loose in terms of structure and melody.
4) The lead lines need to be as tasty as possible, and therefore should be a culmination of the best available.
This then leads to:
1) Deciding what song you want to master.
2) Playing it in generic terms for a long, long time to make it fluid and second-nature.
3) Then, finally, scouring the archives to select exactly which tasty riffs you want to incorporate.
The order of this logic is not important. The concept of distillation by whatever means, however, is.
Much of the really, really tasty stuff Jer did came after the band noodled around for quite a while during a song, trying to get the groove going. Once Jer found the groove he would try to work it around to something tasty he had come upon once before, had glimpsed, and wanted to get back to. For him, it was probably just a feeling that would well up in him, he would see slightly ahead of the moment and will himself to get to higher ground. When it happened, from countless experiences, he knew the odds were good that he might enter into that magical envelope, and once there he could do no wrong. But these moments were fleeting since they were merely “peels of fragile thunder.”
A good example of this is the end of Supplication. Several of them, if you scour them in the archives, don’t catch fire. But a few do. They’re beautiful in their composition: chord riffing triplets all over the place, and then the tastiest lead crescendos imaginable, really stretching the envelope with their reach.
All of the really great Dead songs have jams that involve some element of beautiful composition and “knock your socks off” tasty melodies. But because they involve a band and audience setting, Jer couldn’t keep working the nuclei of the tastiest parts for long since it was slipstream and the tastiest parts, for him most likely, were lost in the clutter, or involved some compromise due to flubs or miscues. Nonetheless, he created them unknowingly, and they did exist, however briefly, and are captured forever in the archives.
From our perspective, we don’t have to noodle incessantly to get to these thin-air regions since we can hone and distill these tasty parts in the comfort of our homes with time on our side. By working them over and over, with only slight variability of nuance and other factors, culling the best of the best out there, putting them all together, and better yet, extend the tasty reach that he, himself, only glimpsed, we can render melodies even better than he had created. And in the final analysis, the melodies are what are all important.
That is the dream of the solo acoustic guitarist who is lured to the guitar-playing magic that Garcia created.

