They Said What??
“Those stadium shows may possibly be the most extravagant and expensive (production-wise) ever: $40 million to build the stage and, having done the math, we estimate 200 semi trucks crisscrossing Europe for the duration. It could be professional envy speaking here, but it sure looks like, well, overkill, and just a wee bit out of balance given all the starving people in Africa and all. Or maybe it’s the fact that we were booted off our Letterman spot so U2 could keep their exclusive week-long run that’s making me less than charitable? Take your pick — but thanks, guys!“
–David Byrne on the U2′s tour
Can’t say I disagree, David.
Bob Dylan — “Shelter From The Storm”
From the Rolling Thunder Revue in Fort Collins, CO (5/23/76). This song perfectly epitomizes “Blood On The Tracks” to me. Gorgeous lyrics, in fact you can’t get more poignant. Beautiful, just beautiful.
‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Now there’s a wall between us, somethin’ there’s been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
“This is Red Rocks! This is ‘The Edge’!”
Here’s Welcome To Now‘s take on the ’96 Red Rocks run, complete with downloads:
Skip ahead 18 years from the Dead’s 78′ run discussed here yesterday – into a new generation, new scene, new band – and check out this magical 4-night Phish run (!) at Red Rocks in the summer of 96′. These shows happen just as the Phish scene is exploding, from a minority phenomenon to a household name. The fanbase is growing and taking on a culture and language of its own. For instance, the crowd initiates an audience chant in Harry Hood through fliers passed out before the show – this ritual remains today and you’ll hear it any Hood post 96′. You can really feel the excitement coming out of this newly blooming community in these shows – the band and the audience are locked in and just mutually lifting the scene to a higher level. (more…)
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Fleetwood Mac With Paul Butterfield — San Francisco, CA (6/9/1968)
I was listening to this again today, as I had my trusty iPod on shuffle, and I must say this is a smokin’ show. Don’t expect Lindsay and Stevie, this Fleetwood Mac with Peter Green, man. Translation, this is blooze. Pre-FM radio mega-stardom that is synonymous with Fleetwood Mac’s 70′s output was in the future and Peter Green was the man. He is truly one of the great, overlooked and almost forgotten guitarists. Green has struggled with schizophrenia for decades. This is a great place to start for unintiated.(This is a repost from August 2008)
CD#1
June 9, 1968 first set
01 [cuts in] Madison Blues 4:31
02 My BabyÕs Gone 6:00
03 My BabyÕs Skinny 4:48
04 Worried Dream 9:57
05 Dust My Broom 4:32
06 Got To Move 3:00
07 Worried Mind 4:41
08 instrumental 10:29
09 Have You Ever Loved A Woman? 7:58
10 Lazy Poker Blues 4:49
CD#2
June 9, 1968 second set 36:44
01 [cuts in] Stop MessinÕ ÔRound [with Paul Butterfield] 2:12
02 I Loved Another Woman [with Paul Butterfield] 7:03
03 I Believe [with Paul Butterfield] 5:17
04 The Sun Is Shining [with Paul Butterfield] 6:27
05 Long Tall Sally [with Paul Butterfield] 4:53
06 Willie & The Hand Jive 4:04
07 > Tuti Frutti 3:02
08 thanks by Peter Green, announcer band intros + crowd noise before encore 0:32
09 Ready Teddy [cut] 3:16
June 7 or 8, 1968 S.F. Carousel Ballroom
10 [cuts in] I Need Your Love So Bad 1:46
11 I Believe 4:59
12 Shake Your Moneymaker 9:12
13 Ready Teddy 2:30
14 Peter Green says thanks, announcer outro + crowd noise 0:19
Peter Green – guitar, vocals
John McVie – bass
Mick Fleetwood – drums
Jeremy Spencer – guitar, vocals
Paul Butterfield – harp (where noted)
