Gregory Alan Isakov - Big Black Car

Recorded August 11, 2012 at the Wine Country Acoustic private concert in Santa Rosa, CA. The venue is an outdoor garden courtyard in the heart of the Sonoma County Wine Country. We can never express enough thanks to Gregory for sharing his wonderful gift of music on this magical evening. He's a remarkable talent and, perhaps more importantly, a kind and thoughtful person. Thanks also to James Han for the beautiful support on piano. Our door is always open!

[Nannanabanana]

Like Bob Dylan - he is known for never playing the same song twice. He reinvents it every time.

[mr-inka]

Seriously. Every song sounds different in each of his live shows. It seems like he invents a song new, everytime he plays it. Greg is unbelievable awesome :D

[callunas]

You know it's amazing talent when he sounds so much better live than in the studio!

[gee_gee]

the bit where he sings " Well, you were a magazine, I was a Plain Jane
Just walking the sidewalks and covered in rain " 10/10!! im looking forward to seeing him in October!

[mayahwaltower]

This guy sounds good on his album AND live. That doesn't happen very often anymore.

[futuropasado]

A masterpiece song from a masterpiece ALBUM. The poet of today's music.

[ShawnG]

We need more music like this! Would have loved to be there! Thanks for posting it...

[JohnnyBroker]

This version of the song with the piano needs to be on MP3! Amazing, best version of the song by far

[mrubash]

You're welcome Shawn. There are many more videos from this concert that I'll release when Gregory's next album releases. Enjoy!

[Espeo]

You were a phonograph, I was a kid
I sat with an ear close, just listening
I was there when the rain tapped her way down you face
You were a miracle I was just holding your space
Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face
The past, she is haunted, the future is laced
Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car
Swear I was in the back seat, just minding my own
And through the glass, the corn crows come like rain
They won't stay, they won't stay
For too long now
This could be all that we know
Of love and all
Well you were a dancer and I was a rag
The song in my head, well was all that I had
Hope was a letter I never could send
Well love was a country we couldn't defend
And through the carnival we watch them go round and round
All we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns
Well you were a magazine, I was a plain jane
Just walking the sidewalks all covered in rain
Love to just get into some of your stories
Me and all of my plain jane glory
Just me and all of my plain jane glory


enjoy

[johnhehir]

I'd like to hire you guys for a private concert. I got $100 clams. Anyone what to kick in and make it semi-private.