Selections from the release by Rhino Records on April 20, 2004 A bonus disc, "All Good Things Redux", was also included with pre-orders from jerrygarcia.com. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_Good...
What an amazing gift we were given by this man. I’m sad he’s gone but grateful for the moment in time I got to share in his genius.If you got to see Jerry play live consider yourself one of the luckiest people on earth. I know I do !
Thanks for the earliest Jerry version of this song I’ve heard the first non 80s version I always wondered why he didn’t cover it sooner and I’m glad to find out he did
Dylan's words, Jerry's playing, or Jerry's singing - any of the 3 can take you from heartbreak & that aching in the pit of the stomach feeling to the euphoria of redemption in a matter of 2 frickin bars. Words of despair become enlightening. A weeping guitar becomes rich in hope. A broken verse becomes a hallelujah. They must've picked that up in a theory class, right? RIGHT? How the f? Thankfully recorded immortals, thank you.
that's real truth. it was safer when he was alive. he knew it was getting weirder and worse but it got way darker when he left. I never really felt scared before he died. now am scared almost everyday. its true what you said. I think he was God
I'l always remember that night at Soldiers Field. The wind in his hair blowing, the times were tough. He was fumbling lots of tunes and then he gives us a Visions of Johanna flawlessly. The stars shone over Chicago that night even though the end was near.
My oh my did he ever belt that out. From the very depths of his aching soul too. Nothing can ever top that version. Neither this one, nor Dylan’s very own epic ‘66 live version from Sheffield, England. Jerry Bear dug deep down for that one that night. Glad you heard it live. I woulda wept like an infant. We all knew the end was near. He wore it all over his face. Some of the saddest days I’ve ever lived through. If Jerry hadn’t passed then I very well might have from my own heroin addiction. I didn’t want to end up like him. So, many years after ‘95 I finally cleaned up myself. I sincerely thank Jerry as one of the people who helped me through it. God I miss the guy!
Yeah. . . I came here to find out who the hell that piano guy was. . . hopin' it was Keith. . . but it wouldn't disappoint if it were . . . DAMN YOU OLD AGE!!!!!! that guy who the Stones used when they needed some melodic keyboards. . . EDWARD!!!!!
Are far as I know they played together for just that one tour in 75’. There was an album release with that particular configuration, but I don’t remember the name. It has Sitting In Limbo which has some of my favorite Nicky Hopkins playing.
The lyrics, the melody, and from the mid point of the song makes me think of days gone by... filled with a breezy melancholy... Can't imagine a better marriage - words, and music by one of the true geniuses of music... RIP Jerry...your legacy continues to inspire...
This song knocked me back 13 rows to my knees at Soliders 95 I want to say RIP Jerry but I really feel like saying keep on rocking out in heaven we will see you
what's amazing to me is one of the things he did best was take covers and not only made them his own, but he had this ability to become the song & the story teller, really no matter what he was singing. It's a unique trait.
It takes a beautiful soul to sing like this, I close my eyes and can see him in the studio on a bench with a Cheshire cat smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. I miss him so damn much. Addiction sucks dic. Peace to all be safe
Yet another excellent rendition of a classic Dylan tune done with the kind of soul & passion only Jerry could have performed it with. Simply put it's lyrical & musical perfection at its best!
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ? We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane Louise she's all right she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place. Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall Oh, how can I explain ? It's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn. Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees." Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel. The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man." As she, herself prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes everything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
Never heard this 70s version until today. So many Dead gems I still discover on youtube. THANKS for posting this. Dylan didn't know it at the time but he wrote these tunes for Jerry, the boys and the heads.
Me too I'd like to think I'm a pretty solid head. I too had never heard this or even aware that it existed. A real gem man. Thank you for sharing this. This my go to song when I'm fixing a jerry jones, feeling stuck in contemplative state or oddly feeling really really content or happy...I go to it and I never regret it
Miss you Jer Today is Blue Ron's 50th Happy Pig Pen Day 3-8-23 Dylan's just played FOTD, Bobby is amazing, so is Phil & Mickey & Billy.. you'd be so proud Miss you more than words Kahn tell 😢 Thank🕺♥️⚡💙💃You
This has always been my favorite Jerry cover of Dylan. It's just such a special tune to begin with--such cool lyrics. There's a message in this song. I've never 100% figured it out, and that's kinda what makes it so fun. When you take Dylan's lyric and sprinkle Jerry on it...it makes for a very cool and very special moment. I especially dig the way Jerry slows it down a bit, and throws such a tasty solo over it. Brilliant!
I mean, there can't be a better song than VOJ. Every verse is topped by an ever better one, it's Dylan's masterpiece. I mean, every single line can launch you into a spiral. The point is that I can't explain this song at all. But throw Jerry into it, you have to listen to all 16 mins.
I feel like this is Dylan's version of Sartre's No Exit or Beckett's Waiting for Godot. Some sort of existential holding pattern that is at once incredibly confining but at the same time made incredibly beautiful by the artist and their art. "We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it"
Stillfknmissm. Never heard this studio version before. Freakin gives me chills. Aw fuck, Jerry, did you really have to leave? My dad, my son, my Jerry, what a load. I'll never really get over it. Thanks for posting Jeff.
this is very easy listening...the best quality recording i've heard on youtube, vocals and instruments, but i like the later live versions better for pure emotion.
@@drewl9330 i know, i know enjoy now for what it is, we may all be dead tomorrow...but i wonder how much of what we hear in a song is coloured by what we know of the back ground story... did willy nelson, or johnny cash, who i cant stand as singers, sound any better as breathless old men on death's door, or did they sound better knowing we wouldn't have to put up with their crap singing for much longer...hhmmm...
@@marttram2183 Not a close neighbor but Marin County neighbor. He had a short marriage after he divorced Carolyn and lived with young wife and their child in Marinwood which is close to Novato where we lived and where Mickey Hart had a ranch where the Grateful Dead had a studio a few miles from us. I think Bob Weir lived in Mill Valley but was in Novato frequently to work at their studio . Our daughters worked at Jack in the Box in S. Novato in the early to mid 1980s next to Marinwood where Jerry came thru the drive thru on his motorcycle regularly and came inside to order once when our younger daughter was working there and waited on him, but didn't know who he was until another waitress told her. He was always in our local news. True next door neighbors around 1990 who you may have not heard of was Eric Martin, who had played backup for Journey when their group was called 415 before called The Eric Martin Band.. Eric and his wife and Dave Meniketti and another member lived next door to us. Some housemates formed group called Y & T who played some street concerts right on our block.
@@jillschoenfeldwhite5534 those are great memories. A time that I, as a 27 year old, will never experience. Jerry is the one guy I wish I could've seen live, especially in the late 60s/early 70s period. I haven't yet found modern music that makes me feel quite like how the classic rock age makes me feel, and Jerry is the heart of it all to me
mar 2019 "Visions Of Johanna" Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ? We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane Louise she's all right she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place. Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall Oh, how can I explain ? It's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn. Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower frieze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees." Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel. The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man." As she, herself prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes everything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
The angels are circling my speakers. it's a beautiful sound to them. Jerry. so poignant. covering Dylan. imo. sounds good here. THANKS JERRY. THANKS DYLAN. This is what salvation must be like after a whie......
Garcia how we all miss u like I tell people u either feel it or u don't u wanted to be remembered as a compatin musician but you were a legend to me .......Uber Dave
Agree with your comment! But about your name tag? If you think playing commie is so cute, try asking the millions who survived getting out from under it, or the millions more who never made it. But stick around, your dictator, Beijing-Biden, is already shoving Amerika down that drain.
That's got to be a Jerry Garcia Grateful Dead reference and that song other than ever came out with an album cuz Jerry Dives yeah yeah days between eternity Tucson Arizona Sonoran Desert yes I keep on keeping on Rastafari
Dylan, the genius...Garcia...MASTER of illusion.....great mixing, thanxxx wikipedia and youtube for sharing some of the best music..in the world...Feb 14, 2016-Richie
Is there more beautiful music than this I do not think there is poignant elegant makes one think makes one drink this music should go on forever and ever it makes me feel loved
If you are one who must create to survive, the nugget of truth in this piece is, "Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo This is what salvation must be like after a while" Fkn Dylan.
Listen to.....I think it’s 3/18/95....... he remembers all the words... a special performance for me, not sure why. He was dead 5 months later...... shit man
That version was officially released on "Fallout from the Phil Zone." Jerry's vocals and solo are achingly beautiful. That was my wedding day in CT, and to this day I wish I had driven down to the Spectrum instead, just so I could have seen that performance of this song!
The best Dylan song sung by the best interpreter of his tunes...I love this and Positively 4th Street, as done by Garcia. The man could always evoke a tear or ten from those sad ballads he loved to sing so much. Is that Nicky Hopkins on piano? That is outstanding keyboard work. Wow!! What a "masterpiece." ;)
If that's Nicky, the engineer ought to be flogged. What a waste of a brilliant piano player. The piano is damned near the only variation audible in sixteen minutes. I think I'll go listen to "Pig's Boogie"...
I grew up in the Village in NYC and when I was young and heard the BYRDS doing Dylan my life changed. The song Mr Tambourine Man was coming out of the Bleeker St Record Store. The Byrds, Dylan and the Band were all over down there. We saw all those dudes regularly.
This is why I am and Jerry is always a live performer !... I can't be sitting around the studio and just trying to get everything sterilized perfect man I got a flow with it just like the Grateful Dead
OH DUDE. HE WAS JUST OPENING this when I read your comment. crushing. its like what is that feeling between my heart and head. that stuck. bubbling. racing. mourning forever. even though its okay. I broke my ear once listening to him. only when it finally rupture days later did I understand this song. I never miss Jerry. Hes with me every second. I am sure, I will not let it be not, hes with all us but oh God I miss him and oh no not 20-40.... 120-140 and have kicked ever electronica into the river of compassion. he would have destroyed electronica. owned it. okay. peace and love man.
@@janeseamore1370 Sorry Jane :( It is sad. The first time that I got really emotional about Jerry's death was the first time I listened to Stella Blue after he died. It was right when the last solo of that song started. The one from Steal Your Face. I still cry.
Rip Joe Jaggi 3/2023 Palm Desert Calif Joseph A Di Giacento kind person great singer, great at the Piano and Accordion and he liked to joke and laugh "love me little love me long"
I mean you could technically say he did write the guitar. The guitar work deviates from the original, especially during the jam session after the final verse.
likeForrest says.....brings me to tears as well.......that's what the dead does.........and laughter and dancing and being good men..........that's key............for me!............they bring us to feeling like no other group and we need that........we need to feel more 'cause our women are gettin' tired of the same old thing!........just sayin'..............it's all good!
