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Let It Grow
Oct. 25, 1973
Dane County Coliseum

Been listening to this every chance I can all week. The band's so tight, Bobby's singing passionate and precise, Jer's musicality soaring. Amazing.
6
Goin' Down The Road Feelin' Bad
Oct. 25, 1973
Dane County Coliseum

Exhuberent and triumphant. Closes out one hellofa 2nd set and kicks like a rocket.
15
Stella Blue
Oct. 25, 1973
Dane County Coliseum

Sweet and subtle: A beautiful come down after the muscular peak Eyes - but the set isn't done and they ramp it up again for more. A gem of a show.
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Casey Jones
Oct. 23, 1973
Metropolitan Sports Center

Interrupted by bad fight in front of the stage. Phil goes bonkers, calls the security guard "Asshole". Weird scene/bad vibes.
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Black Throated Wind
Oct. 23, 1973
Metropolitan Sports Center

Keith on organ just kills it. He's hot in the mix and the song has a totally different feel for it. Show overshadowed by Nov.-Dec. '73 but worth it.

Comments

Truckin'
Dec. 15, 1972
Long Beach Arena

Almost unlistenable tape speed problems, and I'll listen to absolutely everything. Sounds like the batteries were dying, with all the slowing down and speeding up. That said, the unique jam afterwards doesn't seem to have the same problem, and is interesting, driven, and wondrously beautiful.
He's Gone
Dec. 15, 1972
Long Beach Arena

Beautiful description, Nonoyolker. Couldn't say it better myself.
The Other One
Dec. 12, 1972
Winterland Arena

Unthinkably underrated heads. Get into it. Starts out a bit loose, but around the 10 minute mark tips into enormous territory. Check it out. Special shout out for Billy who, following a solo with just Phil, drives this one with liquid ferocity.
Tennessee Jed
Dec. 12, 1972
Winterland Arena

Jerry brings in that steam-whistle twang and kicks this version up nicely.
Bird Song
Dec. 12, 1972
Winterland Arena

If you find yourself somehow soaring through time, gently banking to and fro on the slight twitch and lift of the wings of a wandering bird, passing over swirling clouds and gazing down on the beautiful land and the glorious sun as it descends into the sea, don't worry and have no fear: It's just the song in all its magic, in all its beauty, and the finest band in the land, just doing what they do.