Breezy, tasty, bright and snappin'. The guys in fine form.

Whopping marimba-laden, a hot, and wobbly excursion into '84 Space. Luxuriantly gorgeous though threatening.

Coming out of truckin' and the other one. A gorgeous clear rendition.

Seamless, same BPM basically transition from uncle john into a firey, strapped-in for launch PITB, (then Drumsspace) Top 80's form

Burning gig in Foxboro Mass, powerful 80's rendition of UJB.

Eyes is always beckoning, curlicuing me. It's the song that endlessly fascinates me. the combination of DS->MLB->Eyes , bested at this nutso gig which will melt your brain. Are you freaking. kidding me. this sequence of dead music is absolutely one of the highlights of 73, there are so many to consider when i say this. This is one of the best eyesies i've ever heard, the feel, the jamming, the ideas inventiveness and synchronicity in when and how to exercise these colorful flowering flourishes on Eyes, all of this accounts for an experience that will just rip you apart. That DS->MLB, whenev the acid jazz 1-drummer years dead would go off like this, whatever songs would follow, you're going to want to hear that version because it's going to be of a stupendously activated improvisational inspiration.

Legendary Dark Star that captures some fragmented essences of true self and being before dissolving repeatedly ad infinitum, again. There's a peace in knowing the stillness of endless mathematical repetition, in this case engineered by visceral performance by the Grateful Dead.

Just shlocking with crunch straighrt along the lot trail.

Yayayayayayaya On Fire.

Killing.