ground with Garcia.
The nascent rock ânâ roll band had equipment and a lineup of two guitars, bass, drums, and keyboard; Pigpen, who could play first-rate blues piano and gave an occasional lesson to local kids, switched to the more garage bandâfashionable organ. Now they also had a space to boot: the front of the Dana Morgan Music Shop. The room was cluttered as it was; anyone walking into the store had to duck under a hanging cymbal or two and navigate around a few amplifiers. With the band set up, the room felt even smaller, and on the second day of rehearsal the musicians also had to make room for Bonner and Swanson, who immediately became the groupâs first cheerleadersâbringing along donuts or playing records for the band to learn and copy. They tried some of Pigpenâs favorite blues songs or Rolling Stones or EverlyBrothers coversâalmost everything except the Beatles. (âThey were untouchable,â said Weir.) The music was so loud that the instruments dangling on the walls swayed and made their own clamor.
If the nascent band had a front man, it was Pigpen; his voice was the most distinctive and guttural, and he commanded the material in ways the others couldnât yet. Without meaning to, he had antistar charisma. But Garcia remained the most assertive and was clearly in charge of the proceedings. âThereâs a difference between being the star of the band and being the leader,â Swanson recalls. Before long they had a name, the Warlocks, probably an homage to fantasy books in vogue at the time. Soon after came their first booking, at a pizza parlor in Menlo Park. As Weir said, âAnd bang, weâre on.â
Garcia wasnât alone in taking note of the gangly blond guy with the Beatle haircut who sauntered into Magooâs, buzzing off some acid heâd taken beforehand. Anyone whoâd met Phil Lesh knew he was tall, but they also noticed heâd let his freak flag fly high since his days kicking around Palo Alto and the Chateau two or three years before. âThat blond page-boy look was his signatureâit definitely stood out,â recalls Jim Cushing, a friend of Bonnerâs who attended two of the Magooâs shows. âIf there was a crowd of people, youâd spot Phil in a heartbeat.â
By his own admission, Leshâs life over the previous two and a half years had been aimless and frustrating. By the spring of 1963 heâd fled Las Vegas and his post office job. (Heâd also left Constantenâs familyâs house and was crashing with a nearby friend.) Hopping aboard a Greyhound bus, Lesh returned to Palo Alto and was able to score a room at the Chateau. Once more he was immersed in the outlier scene heâd come to love, which included attending Garcia and Sara Ruppenthalâs weddingâwhere Lesh would see Garciaâs âscuzzy beatnik friends,â as he put it, wolfing down as much of the free food as possible.
But the good times, which included Leshâs stab at writing an ambitious orchestral work, ended when the owner of the Chateau announced he was selling the house. After bouncing around a few places, Lesh rented an apartment in San Francisco with Constanten, who had himself returned to the area. Lesh resumed work on his classical piece, but the fall of 1963 and most of 1964 became a lost, open-ended period for him. To support themselves, both he and Constanten took jobs with the post office, Lesh driving a delivery truck. âThose jobs werenât that hard to get,â Constanten says. âWe worked 6 to 10 p.m., four hours. And it paid quite well.â
Another rising composer, Steve Reich, whom heâd met at Mills College, introduced Lesh to the world of the San Francisco Mime Troupe, a three-year-old hotbed of political theater and activism. Again, Leshâs world seemed to be on the verge of blossoming: he wrote a piece to be performed at a Troupe-led concert and met his
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