piercing sheer and altogether triumphant version with plenty of barrelhouse winking fun that recalls 78 marathons. great midwest bew!

consonantly epic woodshedding on Bird at a special spot, swimming through time.

Good lush midi cassidy into this speedmeister jaunty shuffler. Bruce and weir aim high. Inspired smooth flow. Propulsive coda. Zoo wee mama!

Another gorgeous headlong peggy for caves and knolls, formidable 90's new age orb head textures. Rosebud arpeggiation takes off gloriously in solos.

intensely hot pan seared Bruce version. Five alarm chaw with thematic accompaniment and hootenany feelings

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