Banda norte-americana formada em 1965 em San Francisco - capital do movimento hippie - que ficou famosa pelo seu estilo único porém, eclético. Suas composições envolviam elementos do rock, folk, bluegrass, blues, country, psicodélico e jazz.
A banda se apresentava em longos shows repletos de improvisação. 'A música deles alcança níveis que a maioria dos outros grupos sequer sabiam da existência.', escreveu Lenny Kaye, guitarrista de Patti Smith.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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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...)