Music is subjective in a thousand different ways. It can be your best and that is cool.
i like the song. I love the old folk versions, the blues versions, both old and new, and the various Grateful Dead interpretations.
When I think back on Phil tour in 2001, this song was the needle and thread throughout all those shows and tours.
My favorite experience with this song happened back in December 1997. I rented that winter a tiny one room shack with minimal belongings and was doing a lot of soul searching. I bought a big fog machine, strobe lights, and got big speakers. With a few select people, we locked the doors, turned out the lights, and put on very loudly with big speakers the Grateful Dead show, 4/21/1969, at the Ark, which I had acquired that summer in a tape trade.
The darkness enveloped the shack, and the show sound waves disoriented everyone. It was like taking a space flight into madness. We hung on every note even as we lost one another in the foggy black mist.
Laughter, shrieks, tears, arms flailing, and loud thumping Grateful Dead, while the strobe permeated our psyches.
The crescendo though was when Viola Lee Blues>feedback blasted us to the ground. That was the moment that I went from liking the song to loving the song. It’s still my favorite version other than 4/26/1969.