wispy weir pedal. Jer putting it all out there as august, spotlight. faithful tempo with period kick. Hiroshima bridge, psychedelic. Great!

sufficient techno melt. Rousing olatunji-inspired passage. some kalimba fuckery. succint and positively avant guitarz.

classical pre-drums coin toss, flubs. The way a loser solo is, a platonic form. Great stuff Deeply felt and stretched, fuk ya nourishing bright stream

a sauna hot BRB does no wrong! Lesh torpedoing, devils 3rd degree and tasteful swirling b3, Jer masterclass. Yas queen

Searing!! down home 'n titeeee Beatz and cruisin altitude for pure chonky blues goods

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