The Grateful Dead was an American rock band formed in 1965 in Palo Alto, California. The band is known for its eclectic style, which fused elements of rock, folk, country, jazz, bluegrass, blues, gospel, and psychedelic rock; for live performances of lengthy instrumental jams; and for its devoted fan base, known as "Deadheads." "Their music," writes Lenny Kaye, "touches on ground that most other groups don't even know exists." These various influences
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Date: Fri, 12 Dec 1997 11:52:55 -0800 From: Peter Poirier Subject: CRD: g/grateful_dead/operator.crd
From: Peter Poirier ([email protected]) Song: Operator Group: Grateful Dead Written By: Ron McKernan
This is one of the few Dead tunes by the late, great, Pigpen. In it I've included my neophyte attempt at transcribing his smokin' harmonica solo. Most of the hole 3 suck notes should be preceded by a short grace note bend.
Intro: | F / / / | C / A7 Dm | Dm / / C F | F / / / | F / / / |
F Operator, can you help me? Help me if you please BbF Give me the right area code and the number that I need GCA7 My rider left upon a midnight flyer DmCF Singin' like a summer breeze
F Think she's somewhere down south, down about Baton Rouge BbF I just cain't remember no number, a number I can use GCA7 Directory don't have it, central done forgot it DmCF Got to find a number to use
Break (play the intro here)
Tryin' to check out a number, tryin' to run down a line Operator said that's privileged information and it ain't no business o' mine It's floodin' down in Texas, the poles are down in Utah Got to find a private line
She could be hanging 'round a steel mill, working in a house of blue light Riding a get-away bus out of Portland, talkin' to the night I don't know where she's gone, I don't care where she's been Long as she's been doin' it right
(now slap that Bb harp in your rack & blow with all yer might like so...)