One of the things I love about living in Jerusalem is being pleasantly surprised by all sorts of things. The most recent was this past Friday night. Friday nights I usually daven at "Mizmor l'David," aka "the Carlebach minyan." I suppose in Jerusalem it's more accurate to say "a" Carlebach minyan, since there are many of them. Anyway, we normally finish the Friday night service by singing Adon Olam – to a Beach Boys melody, the Sloop John B. This week we had a change: instead of the Beach Boys, we had the Grateful Dead.
Now I'm what you might call a "non-hard-core" Grateful Dead fan. I have a Dead album, I went to a Dead concert "back in the day," which is to say something like 1972. But I certainly don't qualify as a "Dead head." So I immediately recognized that it was a Grateful Dead melody, but I couldn't place the name of the song or the lyrics. Thanks to the wonders of the internet and how people post stuff, I was quickly able to figure out it was "Ripple." So I got curious about Ripple, and discovered it really doesn't have anything to do with the horrible wine of the name we drank back in the early 70s. It's rather a very beautiful poem, and the sentiments of the song are actually somewhat apropos to Adon Olam.
Thanks to David Dodd for his posting of the lyrics and his commentary.
My commentary follows:
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia.
("Ripple" composed and written by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter. Reproduced by arrangement with Ice Nine Publishing Co., Inc. (ASCAP))
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