Michael Palmisano brought me here, thankfully.

To my family, if you see this after I'm gone, I want this video played at my celebration of life, on a little tv next to my urn, running on a loop at full volume. Thank you Jason Isbell.

every single word used here is perfect. what a fuckin song

I am way late to the Isbell party but I am so glad I got here!

i have gone two weeks watching this video every single day. no regrets.

"Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone". Let that line sink in... WOW

This is my favorite example of Jason's songwriting prowess. Just a typical song about a sad-sack drunk....until you get to that last verse. Out of nowhere, a shot to the soul. "Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone. Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone. Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one. Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone."

this song found me when i didnt even know i needed it, now everytime i hear it i think back to those times and want to cry and give myself a hug. what a powerful, masterful piece of art. Isbell is astronomically underappreciated and what a shame that is to the world.

“Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone. Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone. Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one. Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone” Damn

“Think I blocked a park away” So many great lines in this song

It's cool to listen to the background noise over the course of this video. The room is full of chatter and drinks clinking as Jason starts, and the crowd is drawn into a mesmerized silence by the end.

Love the subtle "drunk" lyric of "think I blocked just a park away".

The flow of this song is amazing . And tells a great story of a past

Me and my fiance are sitting on our terrace in the countryside of Hungary sipoing our coffees getting goosebumps over the lyrics of this song. Its a blessing to live in a time where we can have these songs with us even here on the other side of the world. Thank you so much!

My god. Just when you think you’ve seen it all from Isbell, you find this. “Even times that don’t seem like much will be your only crutch when you’re alone.” Wow

10 years later and he is the worlds greatest songwriter and also staring in a Martin Scorsese film. This is a prime example of hard work paying off!

Mad guitar skills on this song--it's such a difficult song to play.

Close your eyes and remember this It won't be back again, it's almost gone Even times that don't seem like much Will be your only crutch when you're alone Time moves slow when you're seventeen And then it picks up steam at twenty-one Pretty soon you'll remember When you could remember when you loved someone ❤️

Best songwriter of my generation

this song is absolutely devastating. my god.

I am a massive jason isbell fan. He's unbelievable. But this here. Is masterful storytelling. Coming from someone who has faced his own demons , lost and fought again. I tear up every time I listen to this song. I wish I could personally thank him. My absolute favorite isbell song.

Are you kidding me that was amazing

"Allright Jason we've got 8 amps on stage, pianos, drums, and other various stuff. How much of it do you need hooked up for your performance??" Jason: "Just have me a mic stand and plenty of Kleenex for the audience."

One of the best artists of our time 👏👏

He one of the most talented musicians I have ever seen. Incredible songwriting aside, this is hard to play on guitar without singing let alone playing it with a regular pick and singing

This is hands down on of the most beautiful songs of a seemingly average night alone with what seems to be a lame show (in the story) and a lost time for Isbell...yet its a masterpiece. Phenomenal

This lyrical masterpiece is Jason at his absolute best. I’m listening in August of 2020 & that last verse still hits like a ton of bricks after all these years!

Can we just talk about that guitar riff!! WOW!

I’ve never heard him play this live. My goal is to hit the lottery then blow it on a Jason private porch concert for family and friends. Don’t 😂because I will be taking names

Time moves slow at 17 but then it picks up steam at 21

One word... Brilliant... I had given up on music until I seen Jason Isbell on Austin City Limits... "Cover Me Up" and the story behind it is one of the most beautiful stories of victory I've heard and I'm so proud of him for "swearing off that stuff forever" so he could reflect on the life he lived from a real perspective... Thanks Jason Isbell... You helped me through a lot of hard times brother.

CHILLS.

One of his best songs...and that's saying a lot!

That are some heavy lyrics.. straight into the feels my man Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone. Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone. Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one. Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone

I really love the sound mix here..perfect. a damn near perfect tune too. Beautiful

that mournful cry. how did he get that from my soul???

I've loved this song since I first heard it. Pure genius

This is an absolute gem of a tune.

This is so much better than the album version.

"Could my dreams, take up too much space, I'll never find a place that's big enough" - this line says so much, doesn't it? Since stumbling across Isbell a few weeks ago through a KZfaq comment on a Sturgill Simpson song (how grateful I am for that comment now) he has become my favorite artist. His songwriting and passionately performed songs are what has captured me. I cling to hope that this recent trickling in of truly talented artists, like Isbell and Sturgill, back into the country/folk genre revives it from the dormant stage of authenticity that has been criminally infiltrated by whatever the hell Florida Georgia Line is considered.

*“Think I blocked just a park away”* trumps the last two lines of the song IMO. Like holy shit what a line. Possibly my favorite line of Jason’s and that’s saying A LOT.

jason is a bless.

This guy has crazy talent.

WOW!

so so damn good. He did this at the Ryman on Oct 23 2021. So glad I was there for it!

Wow! This amazing performance have only about 6000 views! Maybe there is too much noise in the music industry that best diamonds don`t always shine the way they truly deserve. At the end of day that does`t matter, because I love this and many others will probably agree when they will eventually found this. Greetings from Finland! Unique and talented music will never die, because time will only make it better :)

Brings a tear to my eye every time His best song in my opinion

Such a great guitar player and writer...

Is it possible to love and hate this so much at the same time? Too close to the truth, it hurts and it feels hard like a smack. Love the sound and your voice sounds like I'm busy talking to you over the bar room din. Maybe that is why I love it. It's like a personal conversation at the end of the bar....between me and you. My my.

He played support for ryan adams in auckland a couple came in just as he sang his last song danko they said to each other gee we shouldve come earlier he sounded great who was he?? i turned and said to them hes jason isbell one of the greatest singer songwriters on the planet bar none!!

What a gem. Absolute masterpiece.

Jason isbell forgets more lyrics in a dream than the dress up kids like luke Bryan or Blake Shelton have their whole fake ass career...Jason doesn't need a costume or a Stetson hat.... He is a song writer and a story teller. Take notes from the manufacturer of the best music of the day

i wish that the 27 people that gave this a thumbs down would give an explanation why. Great song and great performance. I don't get it.

How perfect is that performance?

so good

Still a top 5 Isbell song

My god.

omg...this looks like such a great show to have missed....come to Canada !!!

this is one of his best songs. Outfit, Decoration Day and this one.

Alabama Dylan y’all.

the last truly great songwriter

this is impossibly good. I'm a working musician,... if you know, you know, y'know?

Part of the more-or-less normal crowd I know on twitter, cuz we watch the same kinda TV news etc, tweeted this. I immediately added it to my own personal KZfaq playlist. (If you aren't building your own... trust me - its therapeutic.)

Wow

Where's that angel with dirty knees who wasn't hard to please when we first met? She don't act like she needs me now and she don't even seem to be upset. Maybe I cover too much ground, I've been from town to town since I grew up. Could my dreams take up too much space? I'll never find a place that's big enough. The chairs go up on the bar now, and the table lights go black, So I order one last double and start calling people back. Marc sounds good, he's been working hard. Couldn't punch a card to save his life. Says he's glad that he quit the road, he says he's getting old, he missed his wife. Little Em's been asleep since nine, I'm sure she's doing fine, she always is. Dad won't answer his phone at night, but I guess that's alright, the place is his. The chairs are up on the bar now and they're asking me to leave, So I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves. In my pocket directions back across the railroad tracks to where I crash. Maybe I should wave down a car, I won't be going far, and I have cash. Think I blocked just a park away, but I can't really say, it's been all night. How I wish you would call me here, but you just disappeared, it wasn't right. And the streetlights help a little, but they're barely half alive I don't feel much like walking and I sure as hell can't drive. Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone. Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone. Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one. Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone

Such a great song. I don’t love the production on this record though. For example, I like this live version 10x more than both versions of the song on the record. Im pretty sure this album was pre good job-Dave Cobb.

Earbuds in. Almost midnight. Pandemic looming large on the precipice of an election. Here’s where the rabbit hole led me.

“Dad won’t answer his phone at night, but I guess that’s alright. The place is his.” BRUH

Man it just don't seem right to give him such a small group of people, He just deserves more than that! that's all!! I'll not say more as I close the door, I got to go make the call.....

Can honestly see myself in this guys shoes after the first two lines.

Staying humble with the little one has no choice!

Is it possible to go through that last verse without tearing up?

From my perspective, some of his most raw lyrics could only be forged in a soul acquainted by extended suffering.

I think this and "Fuck This Place" by Frightened Rabbits make a great companion piece

35 people need their music spoon fed to them!

Bracelet 😂❤

Sad to see people in the audience immersed in their cell phones. You should've stayed home!!

This performance reminds me a lot of Richard Thompson in the picking and the heartbreaking lyrics kzfaq.info/get/bejne/fqegrJCJ1M_cXZs.html

2:50 till the end stops me in my tracks

Hate to say it, but his voice and playing was better when he was drinking.

"think i blocked just a park away" oops

Maybe i should wave down a car..... i wont be going far.... and i got cash 💥

This is why Morgan Wallen inspired cover me, Isbell beyond soulful and talented! Can u guys plzzz do a colab ❤🤩🤷‍♀️🤩❤

Jason and his wife do well but , like Swift, his copy worked for a few songs he wrote, supported by some other artist’s through the popularity surge and now they are simply doing free-flowing verse and …while interesting…a bit pragmatic and repetitious…and non musical

Where's that angel with dirty knees who wasn't hard to please when we first met? She don't act like she needs me now and she don't even seem to be upset. Maybe I cover too much ground, I've been from town to town since I grew up. Could my dreams take up too much space? I'll never find a place that's big enough. The chairs go up on the bar now, and the table lights go black, So I order one last double and start calling people back. Marc sounds good, he's been working hard. Couldn't punch a card to save his life. Says he's glad that he quit the road, he says he's getting old, he missed his wife. Little Em's been asleep since nine, I'm sure she's doing fine, she always is. Dad won't answer his phone at night, but I guess that's alright, the place is his. The chairs are up on the bar now and they're asking me to leave, So I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves. In my pocket directions back across the railroad tracks to where I crash. Maybe I should wave down a car, I won't be going far, and I have cash. Think I blocked just a park away, but I can't really say, it's been all night. How I wish you would call me here, but you just disappeared, it wasn't right. And the streetlights help a little, but they're barely half alive I don't feel much like walking and I sure as hell can't drive. Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone. Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone. Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one. Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone

Where's that angel with dirty knees who wasn't hard to please when we first met? She don't act like she needs me now and she don't even seem to be upset. Maybe I cover too much ground, I've been from town to town since I grew up. Could my dreams take up too much space? I'll never find a place that's big enough. The chairs go up on the bar now, and the table lights go black, So I order one last double and start calling people back. Marc sounds good, he's been working hard. Couldn't punch a card to save his life. Says he's glad that he quit the road, he says he's getting old, he missed his wife. Little Em's been asleep since nine, I'm sure she's doing fine, she always is. Dad won't answer his phone at night, but I guess that's alright, the place is his. The chairs are up on the bar now and they're asking me to leave, So I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves. In my pocket directions back across the railroad tracks to where I crash. Maybe I should wave down a car, I won't be going far, and I have cash. Think I blocked just a park away, but I can't really say, it's been all night. How I wish you would call me here, but you just disappeared, it wasn't right. And the streetlights help a little, but they're barely half alive I don't feel much like walking and I sure as hell can't drive. Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone. Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone. Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one. Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone

Where's that angel with dirty knees who wasn't hard to please when we first met? She don't act like she needs me now and she don't even seem to be upset. Maybe I cover too much ground, I've been from town to town since I grew up. Could my dreams take up too much space? I'll never find a place that's big enough. The chairs go up on the bar now, and the table lights go black, So I order one last double and start calling people back. Marc sounds good, he's been working hard. Couldn't punch a card to save his life. Says he's glad that he quit the road, he says he's getting old, he missed his wife. Little Em's been asleep since nine, I'm sure she's doing fine, she always is. Dad won't answer his phone at night, but I guess that's alright, the place is his. The chairs are up on the bar now and they're asking me to leave, So I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves. In my pocket directions back across the railroad tracks to where I crash. Maybe I should wave down a car, I won't be going far, and I have cash. Think I blocked just a park away, but I can't really say, it's been all night. How I wish you would call me here, but you just disappeared, it wasn't right. And the streetlights help a little, but they're barely half alive I don't feel much like walking and I sure as hell can't drive. Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone. Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone. Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one. Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone