Category Archives: Bob Dylan

July 28: Listen to Bob Dylan @ Starplex Amphitheatre, Dallas, Texas 1988

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Starplex Amphitheatre
Dallas, Texas
28 July 1988

  • Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
  • G. E. Smith (guitar)
  • Kenny Aaronson (bass)
  • Christopher Parker (drums)

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July 28: Bob Dylan Love Sick, Camden, New Jersey 2013 (Video)

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I’m walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping

Next comes Love Sick….a great version, Bob looking very good center stage and nailing this one. The band was very tight with Bob nodding to the ‘new’ Colin Linden to take some solos. Colin was looking for direction and occasionally getting some from Tony.
~Brett Rosenthal (boblinks.com)

Susquehanna Bank Center
Camden, New Jersey
28 July 2013

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July 27/28: Watch Bob Dylan & Joan Baez Performing “With God On Our Side”, Newport, Rhode Island 1963




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Oh my name it ain’t nothin’
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side

The video is a splice between available footage from the July 27 & July 28 performances.

It starts with the first 4 verses from Freebody Park, Porch # 1 of Newport Casino, Newport, Rhode Island – 27 July 1963, and continues with 2 last verses from Freebody Park, Newport, Rhode Island – 28 July 1963.

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July 27: Watch Bob Dylan Performing “Highlands” in New York City 1999





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Well my heart’s in the Highlands gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebelles blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart’s in the Highland
I’m gonna go there when I feel good enough to go

Lovely version.

Madison Square Garden
New York City, New York
27 July 1999

  • Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
  • Charlie Sexton (guitar)
  • Larry Campbell (guitar, mandolin, pedal steel guitar & electric slide guitar)
  • Tony Garnier (bass)
  • David Kemper (drums & percussion)

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July 27: Bob Dylan: North Country Blues, Newport, Rhode Island 1963 (audio)

Bob Dylan Newport 1963

Come gather ’round friends and I’ll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty

Freebody Park
Porch # 1 of Newport Casino
Newport, Rhode Island
27 July 1963

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In the north end of town, my own children are grown
Well, I was raised on the other
In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother

The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an’ the shovels they was a-humming
‘Til one day my brother failed to come home
The same as my father before him

Well, a long winter’s wait from the window I watched
My friends, they couldn’t have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner

Oh, the years passed again and the givin’ was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day’s shift with no reason

Then the shaft was soon shut and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
‘Til a man come to speak and he said in one week
That number eleven was closin’

They complained in the east, they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain’t worth digging
That it’s much cheaper down in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing

So the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
When the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking

I lived by the window as he talked to himself
This silence of tongues it was building
Then one morning’s wake, the bed it was bare
And I’s left alone with three children

The summer is gone, the ground’s turning cold
The stores one by one they’re a-foldin’
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain’t nothing here now to hold them


-Egil