Been listening to this every chance I can all week. The band's so tight, Bobby's singing passionate and precise, Jer's musicality soaring. Amazing.

Exhuberent and triumphant. Closes out one hellofa 2nd set and kicks like a rocket.

Sweet and subtle: A beautiful come down after the muscular peak Eyes - but the set isn't done and they ramp it up again for more. A gem of a show.

Interrupted by bad fight in front of the stage. Phil goes bonkers, calls the security guard "Asshole". Weird scene/bad vibes.

Keith on organ just kills it. He's hot in the mix and the song has a totally different feel for it. Show overshadowed by Nov.-Dec. '73 but worth it.

Answer my own question: apparently Ken Kesey and others were sitting in, according to the good folks over at the archive. What a time they must of been having, eh?

To grok this beautiful monster with its odd slow groove intro you've really got to hear it emerge from the ultra goo of the 19:00 Drums before it. This is massive stuff: the Dead had performed NFA over 200 times by this point; they could phone it in if they wanted to, but no: they find some obscure filament connecting it to a subtle hint of the groove deep in a free flowing Drums, and so what do they do? They play it differently, that's what they do, reconstituting it, shaping it into something new. Not Dark Star or Playin', but Not freaking-Fade Away, their clap-along love anthem to the fans. Bravo. John Cipollina and whoever was blowing blues harp give it a nice spin, too.

Kicks off the set like they mean business. Killer version.

Glad you dig it Unstrucksound. Hating on Donna Jean isn't my bag and we give credit where credit is due.

Lost this cassette over 20 years ago and just hearing it again. It's even better than I remembered. A bit slower than others from the time? Maybe they were holding the tempo down a touch, knowing that they had all night to go and over three hours of solid to come. In any case the soloing is the stuff of pristine, lucid dreams and the energy is full of love.