This briefly convened, decisively final incarnation of the Grateful Dead often managed to live up to the band’s name with songs that could turn intuitive, down-home, whimsical, haunted, elegant or euphoric. The three concerts I saw over the Fourth of July weekend at Soldier Field, billed as “Fare Thee Well: Celebrating 50 Years of the Grateful Dead,” also revived the band as an enterprise both quixotic and commercial, history-minded and fond of a tall tale, carefully plotted and forever in search of the happy accident. None wanted the show to be over.Įvanescence and durability, side by side - that summed up the Grateful Dead’s ever-paradoxical mission. It professes, “I have spent my life/ Seeking all that’s still unsung” and concludes, “When there was no dream of mine/ You dreamed of me.”Īpplause quickly gave way to fans clapping and singing the Buddy Holly refrain the band had shared with them a few minutes earlier: “You know our love will not fade away!” Some had been loyal fans since the 1960s some were under 20, too young to have attended a Grateful Dead concert. CHICAGO - The last song the Grateful Dead performed here on Sunday night at Soldier Field - the band’s farewell, 50 years after it was founded - was “Attics of My Life.” It’s a close-harmony song of thankfulness to a soul, a muse, perhaps an audience.
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