Do not pass go, do not collect 200, do not jump ship- stay with the crackling AUD. this alabama greatest smacks, psyched out brent and chugging phil

manic, cinematic, loping and free, Tiger takes its beckoning turn to western liquidy we're not worthy fireworks over a cloudy leaf's fall dream tempo

veneta-esque drop into this rowdy strummer dripping in midi

Weir=mullet, biker tank, cargo shortz. Jer=father time. Jambalaya gumbo TJ=ON!!!

gossamer and light, airy!! Superb

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