Wow - that brings back memories - just discovered Isakov listening to local radio here in Australia - they played The Fall and I was hooked. What a huge talent. Long time Springsteen fan - Regret being this kind of fan now that I’m 55 but did meet the man at his Ghost of Tom Joad tour in Melbourne, Australia after handing a harmonica to him to sign - and his car and handlers drove away to The Palais Theatre in St Kilda. He was gracious enough to tolerate my Springsteen derangement syndrome that he asked Terry McGovern - his security guy back then to tell the “harmonica guy” to meet him back at the Como Hotel in Sth Yarra. Anyway, got to shake that right strumming hand and had a brief chat. Some people in the business who would know rate this song as one of if not his best depiction of the moral choices and consequences he has written about over the decades. Have to agree. And Isakov performs this with apt sensitivity to the story. Heartbreaking stuff. Thanks for posting and reminding me of that fantastic acoustic tour.
Ever watch a video and are completely speechless after from how amazing it was…yeah. I don’t know what to say but this man constantly blows me outta the water with his voice, and talent. Thanks for sharing
I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven I said "There's no smoking in the store, ma'am." She crossed her legs and then we made some small talk That's where it should have stopped She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind In that little roadhouse on Highway 29 It was a small town bank, it was a mess Well, I had a gun, you know the rest Money on the floorboards Shirt was covered in blood and she was crying Her and me we headed south on Highway 29 In a little desert motel, the air was hot and clean I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink We headed into the Sierra Madres across the borderline The winter sun shot through the black trees I told myself it was all something in her But as we drove, I knew it was something in me Something that had been coming for a long, long time And something that was here with me now on Highway 29 The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline She wasn't saying nothing, it was just a dream The wind come silent through the windshield All I could see was snow and sky and pine I closed my eyes and I was running Yeah, I was running, then I was flying
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One of my favourite Springsteen songs, covered impeccably
How old is this video? I haven't seen it before. Beautiful reward.
Magical,mystical genius. ❤
Wow - that brings back memories - just discovered Isakov listening to local radio here in Australia - they played The Fall and I was hooked. What a huge talent. Long time Springsteen fan - Regret being this kind of fan now that I’m 55 but did meet the man at his Ghost of Tom Joad tour in Melbourne, Australia after handing a harmonica to him to sign - and his car and handlers drove away to The Palais Theatre in St Kilda. He was gracious enough to tolerate my Springsteen derangement syndrome that he asked Terry McGovern - his security guy back then to tell the “harmonica guy” to meet him back at the Como Hotel in Sth Yarra. Anyway, got to shake that right strumming hand and had a brief chat. Some people in the business who would know rate this song as one of if not his best depiction of the moral choices and consequences he has written about over the decades. Have to agree. And Isakov performs this with apt sensitivity to the story. Heartbreaking stuff. Thanks for posting and reminding me of that fantastic acoustic tour.
Is this really happening??? This is a dream…. A perfect beautiful dream. 🥹
Ever watch a video and are completely speechless after from how amazing it was…yeah. I don’t know what to say but this man constantly blows me outta the water with his voice, and talent. Thanks for sharing
How did u get this? Is amazing!!
This was posted on the Esquire website several years ago but was never available on UA-cam... until now 🙂
G.A.I....one of the great loves of my life.
I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven I said "There's no smoking in the store, ma'am." She crossed her legs and then we made some small talk That's where it should have stopped She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind In that little roadhouse on Highway 29 It was a small town bank, it was a mess Well, I had a gun, you know the rest Money on the floorboards Shirt was covered in blood and she was crying Her and me we headed south on Highway 29 In a little desert motel, the air was hot and clean I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink We headed into the Sierra Madres across the borderline The winter sun shot through the black trees I told myself it was all something in her But as we drove, I knew it was something in me Something that had been coming for a long, long time And something that was here with me now on Highway 29 The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline She wasn't saying nothing, it was just a dream The wind come silent through the windshield All I could see was snow and sky and pine I closed my eyes and I was running Yeah, I was running, then I was flying