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@ericmacho7452 3 ай бұрын

Jeff Williams sir, I really can't express fully how much I appreciate you putting this incredible collection out here. Thank you so much. ❤

@MichaelRoxalot 10 ай бұрын

Oh boy, would i love an extended version of this for more solos! I absolutely love Dead & Co.'s performance on 2/15/2018 if you're looking for inspiration!!!

@WithCarePlz 2 ай бұрын

Hey dude! You should check out Brown Eyed Women from Cornell ‘77 for some inspiration

@maxminniti6470 2 ай бұрын

John’s playing is end game guitar during this performance

@lenny3804 3 жыл бұрын

Mr Jeff Williams aka the goat

@sethmoniz4804 3 жыл бұрын

I love the music never stopped from your profile picture

@lenny3804 3 жыл бұрын

@@sethmoniz4804 duuuuude dicks picks 18 might be my favorite, whole tape is smokin. Love the tone that night

@JeffWilliamsGuitar 3 жыл бұрын

DP 18 is one of my favs too!

@KarklinPumpkin 3 жыл бұрын

You captured the colors beautifully.

@JeffWilliamsGuitar 3 жыл бұрын

Thanks.

@maxk5512 2 жыл бұрын

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