Really inspired, a kicking wisteria ode to the crackle of 72 versions. Long island love, big man goes off in this one, walls of devils too

double dose of I-95 summer adolescent escapade brent and phil frat house. Shit hot

another searing crestfallen twilight UJB that's jaw droppingly mammoth, boss man lays it down, waves of devils

another kayfabe divorce papers joust brent deal with marvelous urban puddlehopping weave. JG shows jazz-like dexterity, albeit diatonic

Really?!?!?! jazzy, crunchy, biker bar diamond hard hat 80's deal. Type 2

Quickfire laser versh. Plinky plonk bing bong for centuries and heroic garcia lead work, feel like the fire dylan stuff is as good as jerry felt like mamu mexicali was for his soloing

Feel like i'm playing this on a boombox in a garage in the midwest as I interpretively dance a "knife fight" routine. Seminal brent mythology

strongman version, midi for days and deeply meant vocal

Stupendous

holding hands in a circle vibes... mammoth summer 73 he's gone>truckin>nobody's fault>el paso that's soul soothingly crunchy. Godchaux masterclass, phil bombing, and an overall relaxed but killing after hours feel. all the great versions of this song for me combine an "on" coda with exceptionally high energy jamming to follow almost as if composed, such is the way with which they slam in. 73-74 seems to have many such moments, preordained medleying. Truckin is by the numbers, transition and nobody's is elegantly snappin', graceful minstrels and jongleurs of a dropout bohemian's eve, cookin with pure blues. Brief pinchy space goes right into a great el paso echoing the big river from a song prior. Again phil and keith are hot in the mix and it's a great night