Sure, he was inconsistent. And you're right about Slipknot - both that after 1977 it didn't reappear until 1989, but then was a semi-regular part of setlists (insofar as anything was) from then forward. And I've got the show where he botched it. There's no doubt that a combination of substance abuse and poor health contributed to a lot of his problems.
As for dropping the psychedelic stuff? Personally I was just fine with that, as the material that made it through to be played regularly - st stephen, dark star, the other one, morning dew, minglewood blues, death don't have no mercy (revived in 89) - were the ones I tended to like most anyway.
He may have been lazy, and he may not have liked to rehearse, but overall, his playing improved consistently over the years, imo. His ability to navigate changes the way he did was rare for someone in the rock biz, to be honest, and if you look at his solo work, including his acoustic work with Old & In the Way, the JG Acoustic Band, and his later work with Grisman, he was a tremendously broad player as well. Heck, he was a pretty damn fine banjo player and not bad on pedal steel either (compared to Weir, whose early slide guitar work, which I am just hearing on the just released Dave's Picks Vol 7, was often downright cringeworthy).
My issue is not with anything you've written, though; it's with the view of not just Garcia but the dead as a bunch of acid-addled hippies (heck, I subscribed to that view, too, until recently, and am embarrassed to learn how wrong I was) whose career stopped in the early '70s. He may not have performed Blues for Allah more than a couple times live, but the album demonstrated capabilities well-beyond what folks unaware beyond the cursory would ascribe to both Garcia and the group as a whole. Hell, even the studio recordings that are flawed, like Terrapin Station (I largely blame the producer for that) and even their studio swan song, Built to Last, were not without their gems. But the Dead was, for the most part, not a studio group, though they could occasionally pull it out and create some real masterpieces (I happen to love Workingman's Dead and American Beauty because, while they were a move towards greater song form, dammit if they couldn't do that incredibly well also!).
But with now close to 100 live shows in my collection, while there are definitely some flaws (vocally, they were very inconsistent and someone should have fired Donna G long before she left - her caterwauling in Playing in the Band never fails to make me cringe, even as it comes at climactic peaks that should be real highs), there's a lot more great stuff than weak stuff in all the shows. Even years that are considered weaker have moments of strength, as it turns out.
Anyway i babble. My issue, like i said, is more about folks (including me before I found out how wrong i was) who write the Dead off. Even at their most flawed, and even if Garcia was too lazy to want to put in a lot of rehearsal time, they were head and shoulders above so many other rock groups from an improvisational perspective, and it's what keeps me going back to the well for more.
Have never listened to the any other way. Sure, they can be sloppy, their live vocals ranged from transcendent to travesty, but there simply wasn't a rock band out there that could touch them for sheer improvisational freedom. That they segued between songs so spontaneously without preconception/prior discussion makes them the closest thing to a jazz aesthetic, imo, that you'll find in the rock world.
Rather than looking at the flaws, try listening for their remarkable simpatico and ability to move, as one, without prior planning. Do they fail at times? Sure, that's what happens when you take risks; but what keeps me interested in the Dead (suddenly, after pretty much ignoring them for most of my life) is that the do (or did, rather) take risks, each and every night. Some nights the magic failed them; but when it didn't, there really wasn't a rock band on the planet that I've heard who could touch them.
My neighbors were painting their garage on Sunday and were blasting some mix of country and pop off someone's phone or pod through a cheap rig. Every time I stepped outside I heard either some wretched country crap, or dance songs. The country was beastly enough but at least there may have been a couple hundred words in the entire song. The dance pop was indeed the most repetitive crap I have ever heard, far worse than the pop I grew up with. That damn "tonight it's gonna be a good night" song? All they do is repeat that fucking line about 8 hundred times and then sing "let's do it" another 8 hundred times. What kind of a simple mind does it take to listen to this shit all the time?
I don't like country music, but I don't mean to denigrate those who do. And for the people who like country music, denigrate means 'put down.'- Bob Newhart
You don't listen to it.
You dance to it.
Or, you play it as a lifestyle accessory, to create a happy, fun-loving mood. And, to show cool people that you're cool as well because you like the same music they do. Those idiotic lyrics? They're just an accompaniment to the beat, and the beat is what counts. Think back to such Seventies hits - which handily outsold every prog album - as "Dance. Dance. Dance. Yowza, Yowza, Yowza", or "Get Down and Boogie", or "Fly, Robin, Fly. Fly up to the Sky". Same sort of thing: it's all about the party, the dancing, the social scene, and the music is just something that helps those happen and by design, does nothing more.
Or, in other words it's NOT about the music.
Quite, and as I said on another thread, it's deeply regrettable that we seem to be returning to this shallow sound again.
It's entirely possible to make 'dance' friendly records with some intelligence, either lyrical or musical, sometimes both- I would flag up the sort of work Gamble and Huff were doing in the 70s at Philadelphia Records. And that 'Yowsah Yowsah Yowsah' record aside (which at least was very early in their recording career), I like what Chic did too- there was some class to it.
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