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One of the best songs ever

Doesn't seem like it's ever going to happen but every few months I'll continue to do a quick check in to see if maybe they guys start talking again and maybe that long awaited fourth album has a chance of becoming a reality.

ohh to hear haiku performed live and scream "HE WROTE A HAIKU FOR YOU" with everyone

I'd like Fred to come to my party

Missing all the album production.

Seriously good.

Absolutely astonishing cover, congrats!

Love it

Damn, damn damn.

EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A forgotten masterpiece.

5:01 God I wish I could have seen this band live

don't shoot the messenger: on one live version, will sheff starts out with, "so some legislators in texas make a naked pyramid..."

My favorite

They may as well have written this song for him to sing. R.I.P.

Transcendentally noisy. Amazing performance.

Came here from scorpion the series

Fuck off. I've been listening to the album for well over a decade and didn't know they were doing this live. What a loss.

I wish they played this song live more often. I love tally hall

Jon Dee is the KING OF THE BASEMENT!!!

You know, For a while I felt like I lived in some dystopian nightmare Where, sort of, everything, and everyone, I cared about Was reappropriated by some kind of wimp Stalinist, super-bougie, fake populist, two dates to the prom, snake oil salesman, prosumer, alternate reality. And it was using my life, and my people, and my love to convince the world about how real it was. Give it comfort that it’s having an authentic experience. But it’s not “for real. It knows it’s not for real. That’s why it has time to tinker with it. Like gremlins, they wish it actually was what they believe is some desirable or attainable representation of reality, so they just assemble it to appear to be. Like perverted workshop elves. I probably do the same thing, but I’m not jazzed about it. But, what I’m saying is, it’s not about material-material stuff, proving that car is real, or my hand is real. It’s taking abstract things, emotions, experiences, and throwing down some smoke bombs and a strobe light, and telling me they’re real or made, and owned by somebody, IE this guy, and Dr. Lifestyle-Coach-Party-Dad’s got my two tickets to paradise. You know, you got pick from some “stupid list/endless feeling choice buffet” of what people can relate to, but the options have become more real than whatever’s going on with the person choosing them. And I’m off menu. I can’t do anything about it. Do you know what I mean? These choices are meaningless to me. It’s like, we have all the most yellow breads and cheeses for your soul’s vegetarian diet. And, yeah, I know, it’s not a new idea or anything: commercials, advertisement. Blah blah. Kill your TV. Facebook. Obama. But, do we really need to do this to EACH other now? Like existential entrepreneurial sociopaths? Have we ran out of so many worlds to conquer that now we just take turns brain-colonizing each other? I mean, is there any other way, because I feel really gross about it? You know, just anyway besides re-ordering a bunch of other people’s memories and then sending them back some VIP invitation to their own life? Or just selling some new extra steps for validation by generating buyer’s remorse and then absolving it for dollars, and thenbeing a baby about it while getting paid. Sounds kind of demoralizing, right. Might make it easy to buddy with the darkness if I was that demoralized. Might make it rational. Pragmatic. Responsible. Gremlins, they hate when your kisses blow one at a time. You know, because they’ve “accepted” that you got to be like that. Think like that. Like it’s some kind of mature adult compromise, but I don’t know, that kind of vaudeville parlor trick is like they read the Wikipedia for The Prince and just grew their bangs out. Made the world their dad, and make a diamond waiting on their allowance. All pouty, punching the clock at the Realness Factory. How come they don’t have that level of cynicism or blow my brains out at the dinner table-contrarian table talk for their own Keebler life-vomit. Because they hate when kisses blow one at a time because it doesn’t say anything about a systemized world. It just says something about their life. About your life. Who gets to decide the way the world works? Some idea? Or one at a time? Or some idea made by a few jerk-off’s one at a time? These guys, they want to get paid to slip in their idea every time you could do your one at a time. Imply you’re one at a time is meaningless because it’s one at a time, and then ask for a dollar, so you can feel good about the choice they took away from you because that’s just the way the world works because they’re your witness. Yeah, you’re going to need a sweet release if you really believe that you’re just supposed to eat it. For breakfast. Everyday. That you can only choose between total anonymity and total witness. Or, I don’t know, you could just love somebody. Or know somebody. Directly. And push out all the little jaded teenage-grown up gremlins trying to cram their paycheck into all the social space that’s yet to be monetized into a theme park. You know, and they can give me People Points every time they get another bit of my space, so I can get my mohawk pierced or whatever. Botox my dog. But I’m not into the trade-off, it’s not a reward for me, and I worry I have to do it to be able to work. Not in a “I don’t want to be an adult, I wish I could just escape it all and be a baby again” kind of way, but in a “am I going to have to act like this to another person to be able to survive” kind of way. Because if I do, I’m just doing time on another planet. A teenage planet. And that planet’s got to decide to grow up again, or it’s just going to end up hiring some really crazy Skynet meets Mussolini father figure with no body hair. Like: “I can wear whatever I want but I got tazed and lobotomized for walking too fast at the people store. And now I have to fire the t shirt cannon at the book burning inside my 1000 year mind-prison or the banks going to take my baby’s avatar.” And yeah, I would be a gloomy, everything’s kind of B.S. , so whatever I’m just making it, elitist underdog, grown-up teenager too if I believed any of that stuff. But I don’t. I don’t believe any of that stuff. I’m not convicted about it you know. I don’t see why that’s any more rational than saying I want to be a human. A variable. A human variable. On a teenage planet. Really, I just don’t want to be some nostalgia raffling stooge for the googlable authoritarian capitalist nightmare future that might not happen, but, you know, maybe I am Maybe we all are. I don’t know, am I trying to sell you something right now? I don’t even know anymore, but I’m going to keep trying to figure it out.

the "HE WROTE A HAIKU, FOR YOU!" was one of the most audience engaged parts of a tally hall live performance I've seen omg

The Replacements are an American treasure. Proven by the fact that this exists.

"cue every memory at half speed..." Brilliant lyrics.

JTE was great…Jason Isbell is a pretentious douche.

Never realized how tall JTE was lol

You say STREET LEGAL in ENTIRETY I see 2 tracks

“Your shirt cost more than your guitar “

Watching this after listening to When we were close 😢

Justin was so beautiful and such a passionate singer. ❤

Best cover ever !

Great performance; it shows the pain that Dylan had about his relation with women at that time and it is outstanding how he put it in words

Angel on a bar

I love this song. RIP Don Mills. We will never forget you.

"Is Your Love In Vain", with its killer opening line ("Do you love me or are you just extending goodwill?"), is where my Dylan fandom began. I bought it as a single in '78 having heard it on the radio. It has a special place in my heart. I loved this version of it which is respectful without being reverential. I think Dylan would appreciate it. He knows that just because a song is played one way doesn't mean it can't be played another way. His own career as a performance artist shows that!

Anymore from this session and this artist

Still great

Maybe once or twice a year I'm back to listen to them drop back in at 5:30. Blows my socks off every time.

Mto boooommmmm

everyone screaming HE WROTE A HAIKU FOR YOU is unlimited serotonin

I hate that crowd didn’t give af… I think this song is about his father and I wish I could see both of them on kangaroo lake

Has always been my favourite of all times. Remarkable coincidence that my surname is a homonym of the singer's

Great version great playing!

Somebody finally found you. Thanks 👍🏾

Love this so much 💗💗💗

And never will. Check out Aeon station for the 4th

A Cape May address, a new one I guess

Excellent ! I can tell your hearts are in it. ❤

If this is the Schubas show in Chicago then that is me yelling “yeah!” Near the beginning. Best concert ever.

Boy he sure is losing his voice … it he does put all into each show!!!! Enjoy these Memories!!