As far as songs that are built to set up a killer guitar solo, Comes a Time is sure right up there.  I have already sung the song’s praises before, not so long ago.

When I tackle listening to a new show, I find myself for the first time now checking out the setlist in advance.  It’s not just jibberish anymore, I find certain expectations creeping in depending on the tracks ahead of me.

Comes a Time is the first song that promises me a near-holy experience — two Garcia solos to savor.  A shorter, set-up solo to establish the theme, then the finale, where anything can happen or be accomplished.

As far as holy experiences go, this reminds me of the times I overheard people recounting a favorite Grateful Dead moment — usually involving Morning Dew.  Think stoner inflection here — “Morning Dew, they played Morning Dew!”

I never understood the excitement about Morning Dew, given that I had heard innumerable radio ads for Dead concerts in my high school days backed with that incessant background clip “roll away, the dew”.  Surely Morning Dew couldn’t be that transcendent a song if the hook was that melodically flaccid.

Of course, I recently learned from my listening labors that “roll away, the dew” comes from the song Franklin’s Tower.  Little did I know that rolling away the dew has to do with a way of manufacturing bells so that they don’t crack when rung (think the Liberty Bell and Benjamin Franklin).  As a teen, I would have guessed the chorus was inspired by something much more inane than that.

Surely Morning Dew is a worthy song to get excited about, and it reflects a similar structure as Comes a Time in that it is sung by Jerry, and he gets two solo slots.  As I was never one to be worried much about being annihilated in a nuclear war back in the late 70s/early 80s (or anytime really), I perhaps am not a good candidate for finding the song’s premise to be as fruitful a set-up for a guitar solo as that of Comes a Time, which lyrically addresses that point in life where you’re so blind that the blind man is taking your arm and leading you.

My journey is now being wonderfully influenced by comments from readers to this blog, and Josh kindly pointed me to his favorite version of Comes a Time from the Brent era (Cleveland 8-26-80).  There is much to recommend that final solo, and it harkens in some ways to “my” version from Buffalo 1977.

Suffice it to say I appreciate his tip and will avoid trying to decree here that one or the other is “better”, despite my overwhelming tendency to try to do that sort of thing.  In a way, I see it as un-Dead-like to engage in that, although I do see a lot of that impulse among the GD fans writing on the Internet (and I love reading it).

Posting these thoughts in public will hopefully keep me honest in that regard.  If there is any benefit to accepting the Grateful Dead with an open heart, it should be in changing one’s overly reductionist ways.

“You’ve got an empty cup, only love can fill”