Grateful Dead - Deal (Gizah 9/16/78) (Official Live Video)
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- You're watching the Grateful Dead perform 'Deal' live at the Gizah Sound & Light Theater, Cairo, Egypt, on September 16th, 1978.
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Jerry sounds incredible but also that guitar work is amazing never saw him so animated
The best version I've heard -- Phil & Mickey were feelin' it too
I used to ride with this one legged guy up at Stevens Pass who made his own prosthetic legs for walking. They looked high tech, especially back in the day before computers took over our lives. Though he lost his leg in a logging accident, man still did 80mph regularly on one ski. He was a guy worthy of idolization really. Worked as a cashier in the deli, lived in a trailer in Yodelin with his son.
This is without a shadow of a doubt one of if not thee best deal's i have ever had the pleasure of seeing.It was well worth the trip to cairo to witness these shows.Everybody was waiting for these amazing setlists but to be perfectly honest that kind of setlist was not needed.Just listen to the energy that was on stage these 3 nights,and a complete lunar eclipse was the icing on the cake.What more could one ask for 3 nites,pyramids as the backdrop,the band in great spirits.ENOUGH SAID.peace
following the dead to egypt is nothing short of epic. deadhead status + 1000 :)
What a great memory to cherish forever
My gift from God is that I can play along with anything. One might even call me a dancer, not a musician. Surely you can dance along too! But look...
Physically impossible to listen to this and not burst into a huge smile :)
I just did…you’re right!
💙🙂💙😁💙🙂💙😁💙
True dat
Mentally impossible if you know what kind of deal it was to survive. But I guess you enjoy war?
I am so sorry that I fly the freak flag here and that I'm also so goddamn rainbow. Even while being a caged bear who was tortured for your enter-fucking-Thayne-ment. Still too rainbow for you. Though you'd still make a buck off the novelty and spectacle, as eell as SCREAMS for mother and crying Uncle!! Uncle!!! Don't you love it when they act their lives depend on it?? Hahhahahahahhahahajjah
More fun than humans should be allowed to have. Standing and playing in front of The Sphinx and the Great Pyramid, MINDBLOWING!!!
I love it when Jerry has a little more energy or adds a bit in the lyrics, this is awesome
I will always be grateful.
Billy has a broken hand. Notice how he is playing that shuffle beat with just one hand. His other hand is in a cast. Pretty awesome
ha..i noticed that. i thought he lost a stick
genius purely
Limitation breeds creativity lol
Didn’t notice that. That’s great
Pure magic from Jer. So so so good!
Pigtail jerry is on fire! With a growl in his voice! "...burn off both your little ears." Awesome! Donna Jean, too!
To lie next to such cowardice, such hopelessness and such thieves gave me the courage to rise above the common man i the name of God itself. I will stand up everytime you fall. For my children!!!
It never gets old does it?? Even tho we do. These live video always bring a smile and a tear....
No bass is as satisfying to my ears as Phil
I have to admit I'm a child of the 70s (like literally was a kid) and only heard this song for the first time at the end of a Billions episode last year. It BLEW my mind and this concert footage kills! I think my favorite thing about this is you can tell they LOVE playing this song. Seeing the bass player get into it at 1:27, then come back in at 2:40 to jam with Jerry, finally looking at the drummer who is rocking just makes me move man! I will FOREVER love this song now!
That's the first time for me too. Now I love it!
Phil jamming out with Jerry never fails to bring a smile to my face. It's obvious that the whole band was having a great time tonight.
...Great music in front of the Sphinx and the pyramids...music history pure and simple! Glad to have the album...
Thank you again for treating me this way. You certainly know all there is to know about God and the mind, and you showed me who who is right and who is wrong- with bombs from the sky!!!
This is just.... Wow. Donna at her best to be sure, But Jerry and Phil playing off of each other is just amazing!
Whole band just kills it.
Phil's reactions to Donna are entertaining.
Their favorite venue in the world.
My Dad was also mercilessly teased as a child by his older brother, my Uncle Donald. He never did like him very much, and neither did I. I thought for a long time that I forgave my brother for teasing me, especially since he sorta grew out of it as we became teenagers and mainly drove me nuts trying to play heavy metal guitar for years on end without learning any chords or ever how to play, or even playing by ear. It was just wrong. But he almost grew out of that too and finally played and acoustic and figured out some chords. You almost can't tell what a horrific player he was for years, but he had a buddy who worked with him and now he has the internet.
Wow, that was truly enjoyable to watch!
The whole band was on fire, but Jerry really brought it!
It’s great being able to watch him having fun on stage like he was here. Dancing, ripping the guitar, playing off all the band members.
Man did I miss an era!
Though acts of God can be fierce and tremendous, admit that you are helping God in its acts- making it worse, not better.
Wolf and pigtails...WTF ? I MISS THE GREATFUL DEAD
Couldn't ever take me seriously? Life must be just a joke. hhahhahahahaiajjajahahhaja Such Merry Pranksters! I'm so glad you had so much fun at my expense!? For so many long years....
I'm celebrating Jerry's life on this sad day, and you shared with me the most joyful Jerry I've ever seen - thank you!!
Ever read Groo? Its really my all time favorite comic. His dog is smarter than he is and typically saves the day. Everytime. Meanwhile Groo really reminds me of you! Clueless. But with a lot of power. The power to level entire villages, cause wars and natural disasters, yet you are aware of how much? What was your intention here?
awesome performance. jerry is on top of it here. some of the best
Love this show with a passion ❤️❤️
It's pretty awesome. For me the Godchaux era is the best. Not even necessarily because of the Godchauxs but because the whole band was so locked in.
Yes, the Donna years were the best years. The songs never sounded better, in a big part bc of Donna !!!
In Chicago at the FTW shows in '15, I was really hoping she'd come onstage for a few numbers. Would have been the icing on the cake.
are you kidding? she sounds AWFUL here, especially at the end where she's literally just screaming. it's hard to watch tbh.
Her sabotage was always very tastefully done though. Like it’s sad and aggravating but also impressive and she deserves real credit for just how bad she could make herself sound. I think she just couldn’t her herself because everyone was always cranking up their monitor because to play the way they played you have to be able to hear yourself well
@@przybyla420 Well said. "Jerry Phil's Weird".
I am tired of you all complaining about Donna! If you don’t like her don’t Fukin listen to shows she was in! Nobody makes you listen to her!
After COVID hit the Seattleites all swarmed eastern Washington including the Icicle. Every trail head and campground was full with lines of cars illegally parked on the sides of the road for miles. There was a "shelter in place" order in effect, but everybody had the day off from work, and so where did they all go to? It killed the mountains and it killed me. All of a sudden trash was everywhere and every stream looking like it had soap suds. No place to even park down at the beach I used to swim at since I was a kid. To love something is one thing, but to lose it all to hoards of crowds, strangers, is another.
I just noticed Jerry's pigtails...love that Guy!
He was just so cool without trying wasn't he ?
Jerry's voice!!!
This is the best
It's not like I haven't done any performing though musically. I was in a youth circus for a few years and was recruited for the circus through my band class at school. Played sax and trumpet. Started out on clarinet. Before the first day of class when I had initially chosen a clarinet to play, I couldn't even make a sound. I was so worried about it I cried, and my parents called up the band teacher, who said it was common and not to worry. Little did I know you had to soak the reed in your own spit before hand. I don't know why I played three instruments, yet I never understood jazz until much later, otherwise I might have just stuck with the clarinet. But I was always vying for first chair with any instrument and had some of the best band teachers in the world before coming to Leavenworth. Leavenworth just sucked the joy and pride out of music for me. Mrs. Drayer, a german oboe player who was grey haired yet dressed in mini skirts was the most horrible teacher ever. Couldn't teach music, couldn't make kids even march in a line, but apparently very concerned about looking sexy for 15 year olds. It just killed me. And we were playing music I'd played in 7th grade in high school, poorly. She also taught history and was a primary reason for me dropping out of high school. And I loved band and music, before her. But Bob always reminds me of the male equivalent of Mrs Drayer, the oboe player in black miniskirts.
Awesome Music, Awesome Group!!! xxx Krisdee xxx
This is ALL God's country, God's creation, and you were only the caretakers of a very special part of it Johnny.
i Wish I had been there cause this is awesome!!!!
There was a show in California that Vince stared at me most of the show. The guy in front of me, a fella from New York, was super stoked because he though Vince was looking at him. He even waved back when Vince waved at us. I was just trying to play cool and downplay the uncomfortable stares.
I always thought Donna added to the Dead, I know she has a lot of detractors but I think her voice lent them a quality and range that was missing after she left..
Agree with you - "when she was good, she was very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid."
Her energy was intense and a welcome addition regardless of the accuracy I think even when she cracks and messes up I still enjoy it
I always had a major crush on her.
it was the early shit that people still mad at. there are a few really amazing shows in 72-3 where she is screaming non stop and prolly way too high or drunk.
people just won't let that go. so they judge her unconditionally and a bunch of other people just join in on the train with it.
Just like in The Wall my dad was also a radio operator for the army during the war. The Korean War. But he survived. Never saw combat since he arrived right at the end of it, luckily.
So that's Egypt. Would have liked to have been there. Looks like it was fun to see the Dead in the desert. Thanx for posting this.
Only the Dead could pull it off. Regards
Today the Dead are butchered, divided, fed to the vultures. But tomorrow is not the same as today vultures, and you might not feast so heartily.
Donna could belt it.
Just hard to believe we are all connected, I understand. And that all lives matter! Those are some big concepts for such little boys. Good ol boys. Who don't believe in change. Even spare change.
Can you imagine what they went through to make this happen "uhh Hi, we;'re the Grateful Dead, the most famous druggies( the media characterization at the time) in the world and we wanna come play in your country, at the pyramids...
Two words.. Bill Graham.
In 1978 they had a lot of competition for biggest druggies in the world but I get your point.🤣😂👍
They had the strongest drug that most everyone is addicted to… money and they didn’t mind spending it on a passion
If its any consolation to you in that heat wave when I was wrongfully being denied housing and medical help and just screaming, I also was trying to get help from the WTU Burke Herbarium manager and kept writing and writing and writing to him. He never did say a word either or try to help, and then when I tried to go to the herbarium finally after years of corresponding, helping with the Washington State Flora Project, and donating 1,000's of photographs to the online collections, they wanted to charge me money to enter the Burke Museum and I could even get into the herbarium which was under construction at the time. I'd always been into the Indians of the NW and tried to visit the museum a time before, but they were under construction then too. It was easier for me to visit the UBC Museum of Anthropology in Canada multiple times than for me to visit there once. Western Washington really isn't my place. Otherwise I would have spent more than 1 semester at WWU- which I really hated BTW for a multiplicity of reasons including incompetent botany professors who misidentified my specimens as an undergraduate and almost failed my lab partner- a blonde haired girl who really cared and tried so hard!
Wasn't even alive during this, but imagine flying over there to catch the Dead, wow! Without the Dead todays music wouldn't be the same especially acts like Phish, Cheese. and the jam band scene as a whole! Forever DEAD!
My grandma from West Virginia drank Bloody Marys for breakfast. They said she died because of a heart attack, but really it was those Bloody Marys that gave her heart disease at an earlier age than later. Not every drunk dies of cirrosis of the liver like Barbeque Bob or Pigpen, or drunkenly falls off some scaffolding like my first grandpa on that side of the family.
Back when the Dead actually looked as though they were enjoying performing.
I never really fit in anywhere besides those fleeting moments I was standing up people watching.
See Donna plugging her ears?! She can't stand to hear herself sing either!
ahahhahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahah
Thank you again for placing me on the front lines for 30 years! Go get em tiger!
My brother loves tripping out on the guitar too. I bet you two would get along like old friends. Same sense of humor.
Part of the reason American music is as great as it is- is with no doubt- because of the influence of people originally brought here as slaves, against their will- much like the relationship of God and I which was never willing nor consentual. I believe God took a great deal from them, but also gave them these fantastic skills and superpowers in return. Its part of the power of rap too, to be born of pain and hardship. I'm not saying its ever equal or right or just, but there is often some outstandingly positive things God gives to you in return for so many negatives. The two sides are not separate- but connected!
Close your eyes and listen
People always want something, but you took it all without remorse or regret and left your victims crying for a roof over their heads and a hospital. Real winners. Who deserve heaven!!
Plowed under and trampled, cut down and paved over was God's creation by the same people who professed to love and praise it.
I woke up with my hip hurting after pushing around my new friend in a wheelchair, then couldn't even keep my eyes open to drive to the pow wow that Saturday night, and didn't want to cripple the guy twice. Saw him today and he thought it was just yesterday that pow wow moment happened, and this women he was with thought it was already Saturday. Whew.
And yes his fam is already hooked up to the internet and wifi though hewas asking me for help the week before. Going to the river tomorrow with the guy and picking him up in my van. Hopefully he has weed. And the weather don't become like Montana, like right now.
I'm sure these people on the brink of death will be just as impressed by my awesomeness as I am by Bob's guitar skilz. So rock you are!! And about as bright! Turn on that Love Light baby!! oo aaa
I will fight for my children. I am so sorry you were their father.
Its an old kind of death you dug so much and used for power, that repeats itself when it is dug so much and used for power.
I sure hope the trip you dosed me with ends soon! Any trip is bad when it lasts too long. Any trip.
Even as I was trying to give them hell, there was one boy lagging behind who was like, "It wasn't me," then even waived at me friendly so its not like I'm going to strangle any punk ass little schoolboy. Just the repeat offending ringleader that reminds me most of God,you and my brother. I can't wait!! Should be more fun than a Grateful Dead concert in 1978.
Lots of people claim to be save by Jesus. But that it is the power of belief for you, not Jesus. The power of belief is incredibly strong.
Choice and change go hand in hand. If Choice is an illusion since there is only fate, then what of their brother Change? God hardens all hearts and if you lack important things like compassion, there is only one to blame.
You got to help others. That's the way this ship works man. It doesn't run on the power of prayer. It runs on action that speaks louder than words. But Jerry always was a lost cause, wasn't he? I didn't help him, I didn't think he could be helped, and that is how I got here. Maybe someday you will be better than me too, not just God who obviously is unfair, unjust and hates women as well as most other human beings on one level or another and the planet.
Whole new meaning to the Four Olds.
There is also another John I knew from my classes. He was the biggest and tallest kid, but when we were on a hike to summit Dirty Face before sunrise, out of all the hikers- mainly girls from the Camp Zanika summer camp- he was the one who started feeling sick and "altitude sickness" and because of him we hiked for miles in the darkness for nothing.
How many times is the chorus repeated at the end,outstanding!!!
Among the most sacred things God gave to us are the mountains and the snow. Have you ever really looked at a snowflake? Or saw and brown and grey world covered in almost an instant with shining brilliance and purity? The first winter I can remember and I woke up and saw snow, I thought we were all in heaven- since it was all white and everything had changed- until I ran downstairs and saw my mom who then explained what all this white stuff was and dressed me to go out and experience it. But there are prices to be paid, high, for white crystals adrenaline junkies also love, as well as children who love to make snow angels. High prices. Higher than the lift ticket, condo and rental car kind of price just to see a sacred snowflake fall again the way they used to.
Yes you got the power of the gospel deep down in your soul. And what is The True Gospel you ask? The word of God itself. Once there was buffalo and a multitude of prairie plants and animals but as soon as that ship came up the river they unloaded guns and cattle. It was a massacre. "Every Indian without a horse or gun, or only with his bow and arrow is an idler; his time is a loss to us. We therefore lend him a gun and furnish him with ammunition free of charge. He commences hunting and realizes to us from $60 to $80 in skins that would have otherwise remained on the backs of animals." -Edwin Denig 1854 And that is how we all became traitors. The guns and ammo are free, everything else you have to pay for.
Where is my house, my country just for me and my kind who hear God? Yet I don't even get a church to go to. All these churches, but not one believes in God talking to all people (some are just more aware that others and sentient, mindful) and creating all.
I am here at God's request and to help others, not because of my own desires or wishes But I can't help them without you helping me. See how that works?
Its pretty bad when you got to go to an elementary school to report being bullied at my age, but that's what kind if kind you are!! Especially to me. Yesterday there was a huge group of kids all picking up rocks before they got to my house- same boys who threw them before, but when they saw me filming them the ringleader who knocks and kicks at my door ran. He's sure a good runner. He must love getting his exercise.
I exist! I exist!! I exist!!!
Just another day in paradise!
Yeah I been to Tennessee too! Right where that tornado went through. Scary. Convinced me to keep moving, especially if I had to wait a month to close on buying a house while living out of my van.
Thank you again in this time of national crisis for building more luxury apartments- mainly built by some migrants like Mexicans probably who had to occupy lower income housing nearby, thereby reducing the amount available and raising the rents. That sure is helping us all!
The original bootlegs I had all got destroyed in that fire that also burned my writings, the diary of the first months of God talking to me, and the "Boy who cried wolf" story I wrote right before it started talking to me. And I tried to get away from you people but couldn't. I gave the 2nd generation of bootlegs to my brother instead of burning them, so he knows who you are and all your songs. He'd be so thrilled to meet you. Especially since he always wanted to be a rockstar. That's the closest he's going to get, ya know?
I have already been there to Garden Valley for a riparian survey where my heart got torn out for a nominal fee by developers who hired me as a botanist, back in my BLM Boise Idaho days. My private contracting is part of how I made so much money I can almost, but not quite, survive on a disability paycheck today. But yes, I could be your wetland consultant, rare plant identifier and noxious weed mapper for free for any lands you have or would like to purchase for the said cause of housing these people whom you've obviously participated in making homeless.
Have no fear! Underdog is here!
I'm also a big fan of David Douglas, Wilhelm Suksdorf, Pat Packard and Roger Rosentreter. They are my idols who I wish I was more like, and have a tremendous respect for as fellow colleagues.
I am so sorry we can never be friends O' great one.
Don't worry, the rest of TH-cam and the world feels the exact same way about me, so you are not alone. NOT ALONE. Never alone. Never on your own.
In China I am the ox, and I am also known as the yak, and the buffalo who jumps off the cliff. I do not eat myself. There is little joy in such a feast for me.
Phil on fire here.
Ain't no winning against haters like Bob, but its called putting up the good fight. Please tell my children that I love them and never meant to abandon them. I had no choice. Uncle Bob who molested me down by the river never gave me a choice. No CHOICE!! Thus it is, a life full if regret. And hopelessness.
I was in love once or twice. Once with a guy named Simon Smith, a skateboarder from Seattle and street artist. He went out with my friend Bob though, and after a few months just up and left to Las Vegas without saying a word. Bob was devastated. And he wasn't a man enough to even call or write. I was just glad it wasn't me that he'd walked out on like that.
To keep it all in one place makes it easier to eavesdrop on the entire conversation and/or steal. I expect the worst, not the best, but we have made this concession just to facilitate your comprehension and understanding. But I still expect the worst. Like jail and/or prison time. Even beyond my turning 21 doing life without parole with Mr. Super Sounds of the 70s.
But hey, look at you! This has been one hell of a fact finding mission. Found out lots. About you! And who you really are. Very informative I really never would have thought it. And I always gave you the benefit of the doubt. That certainly was not smart of me.
But yes after being frustrated all my life, its easier to get frustrated, especially if say people never ever respond like that HUD apartment manager in Seattle that never would say a word after I'd given her all my personal information and signed a lease. That really triggered me. Thanks again for all your "help".
But done broke her. You wore her out!! Good job. There will be a lottle extra in your checks!!
Too bad you couldn't give peace a chance. You must love war as all men do. More than love and life itself is the camaraderie of a soldier.
Isn't it amazing? I'm finally as old as you old dudes were when I met you! And Jerry and Vince stared at me and stalked me. Shouldn't be long now until something finally happens- especially with that joker in the deck coming up too. Nothing like gambling with the devil, but when its like the longest game of golf, or baseball EVER, we'll all just be glad when its over no matter what the outcome is.
Oh Great King Ashurbanipal! I beseech you to have mercy upon your prey.
One of the guys I used to smoke weed with in the the house just across the alleyway was this guy Bob. Bob later became a cop. He was actually one of the better ones in the valley, and didn't harass people without a reason like some did. He's the cop they sent out when my Mom called the cops on me and thought I was trying to commit suicide in those first days. He wasn't aggressive and just sat there on the bench outside of a mini mart and told me I could talk if I wanted. Then he let me go. I always wondered about him and why he became a cop.
Your horrible circumstances you put me in serve no one but evil itself. It is only bitterness and envy, rage and heartbreak that break into such cages and have free reign upon their occupants along with the warden itself whom we call "Crazy".
But there is nothing more important than saving your own skin, and your own reputation and love from the masses for long after you are dead. After all you never touched a hair on her head. You only left her for dead.
If my dad who is almost 90 years old can drive over 1000 miles to help me put up drywall and put in a shower you can clean up your own mess. Great party dudes. Have a nice trip. Don't say I didn't warn you repeatedly and gave you every opportunity and all the time and patience in the world.
Jerry didn't think of me more than a member of the crowd either. Which is how 4 rows were opened up in the front rows perhaps on one show and the Indigo Girls were called on another. I didn't find out the front rows were cleared in Oregon until after the show, so it wasn't meant to happen. This experience was though- which is more fulfilling of your prophecies- no? Are you experienced? Well I am.
But you want to see somewhere where Gratefulness is not Dead? Peru. That is what the Shining Path was all about and they are very grateful their children finally have public schools to attend. They all wear their uniforms, so proud. And their broad brimmed hats that they also give out to keep them from getting skin cancer though no American kid unless they were a nerd would be caught dead in them. VIVA PERU!!