Flaming smoker, snug like fav jeans washed. Magisterial bruce, mystically ascendant feelings. Hot nite

Far out Eyes>Picasso>Fingers>Saint... tremendous group effort. Flying colors, this version is wow. Painterly seeping aged beauties, glorious texture

insistent and hard edged, and paradoxically, pillowy with the 2-keyboard whammy. Every bust out is special

hyper doinky fairy tale. Inspired. Counterpoint

Plenty hot... got that x factor on this tour for sure, crackling and locking like puzzle pieces

Clamorous spanking rude space

probably the single best he's gone with brent, leave yer body for a few with the jones astronaut gang. makes some of those uber mellow late 70's ones seem like kids rolling around in the dirt next to samurai masters. The smokestack TO1 truckin E major foreplay is towering and relentless on this crazy diamond. right you are DS67 we're back to early 70s programmatic psychological descension to elementally satisfying jamming resonating with our cores, acoustemologically as ever... This whole song brings up to me that ego-driven kicking discontent of kicking mickey out while going the song-driven route, it's funny how for their reputation as "playing songs differently every time" there are still songs like he's gone where every show the coda is gonna be that point where the crowd and the vibes are gonna congeal. Mega metal tsunami of a perfecto cappucino summer 90 surprise that makes the 9/16 one extra poignant. fare thee well brent

this one is a cornucopia of dope casual heaviness

First rate... it's their mini farm aid 2 with dylan and petty and we're ready for the good ole big time. Cranial safari with the bralove sky hook assist. Amazing tortured space.

gorgeous wishing well dreams... and for justa second there jerry sends it on a roller coaster to hell in the minor jam