25/09/1988
HIBERNIA PAVILION, THE AUDUBON ZOO
NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA

Disc One
1. Subterranean Homesick Blues
2. Absolutely Sweet Marie
3. You're A Big Girl Now
4. John Brown
5. Ballad Of A Thin Man
6. Highway 61 Revisited
7. One Too Many Mornings
8. The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
9. Girl Of The North Country
Disc Two
1. Silvio (Dylan/Hunter)
2. In The Garden
3. Like A Rolling Stone
4. The Times They Are A-Changin'
5. Barbara Allen (Trad)
6. Forever Young
7. Maggie's Farm
8. All Along The Watchtower


Bob Dylan Guitar/Harmonica
Chris Parker Drums
G E Smith Guitars
Kenny Arronson Bass

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Excerpt from "Chronicles, Volume One," by Bob Dylan (pp. 180-181).
Published by Simon and Schuster, 2004.

There are a lot of places I like, but i like New Orleans better. There's a thousand different
angles at any moment. At any time you could run into a ritual honoring some vaguely known queen.
Bluebloods, titled persons like crazy drunks, lean weakly against the walls and drag themselves
through the gutter. Even they seem to have insights you might want to listen to. No action seems
inappropriate here. The city is one very long poem. Gardens full of pansies, pink petunias, opiates.
Flower-bedecked shrines, white mytles, bougainvillea and purple oleander stimulate your senses, make
you feel cool and clear inside.

Everything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou Temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by
side. Houses and mansions, structures of wild grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival
standing in a long line in the rain. Roman Catholic art. Sweeping front porches, turets, cast-iron
balconies, colonnades - thirty-foot columns, gloriously beautiful - double pitched roofs, all the
architecture of the wohole wide wold and it doesn't move. All that and a town square where
executions took place. In New Orleans you could almost see other dimensions. There's only one
day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again. Chronic melancholia
hanging from the trees. You never get tired of it. After a while you start to feel like a ghost
from one of the tombs, like you're in a wax museum below crimson clouds. Spirit empire. Wealthy
enpire. One of Napoleon's generals. Lallemand, was said to have come here to check it out, looking
for a place for his commander to seek refuge after Waterloo. He scouted around and left, said that here
the devil is damned, just like everybody else, only worse. The devil comes here and sighs. New
Orleans. Exquisite, old-fashioned. A great place to live vicariously. Nothing makes any difference
and you never feel hurrt, a great place to really hit on things. Somebody puts something in front
of you here and you might as well drink it. Great place to be intimate or do nothing. A place to
come and hope you'll get smart - to feed pigeons looking for handouts. A great place to record.
It has to be - or so i thought.