A quick and driven entrance into the Help featuring Brent and Phil filling elusively and Jerry nailing it; Very intricate Knot; Infectious Franklins.

A roaring Minglewood; Check Weir's good slide solo, Garcia's ripping solo; Some fat Phil and some Gospel Brent.

Poignant yet not somber, slow but not dragging; Mellow serene and emotive; Very strong full band interplay.

Headiness such as this excluded? THIS S>F is downright profound. Perhaps due to the passing of Parish's wife and daughter, Garcia adds some dark vibes

Saloon distant gambling vibe dark and killer

Drips with jazzy interludes and nautical submarine excursions, including, a moment where Garcia lands on a Slipknot phrase. Doesn't lose itself, and descends into a Stella Blue that shatters, an exploration here, really.

Carrion_Crow-- 100% with you on this show and year. There is something righteously authentic about these acoustic sets. The eclectic essence of the band I believe hit a pinnacle in terms of psychedelic infused americana. To me 1970 is the realest year for the group. All the love, hope, and ideas set forth all mixed into a medley of folky acid drenched greatness, such sweet sweet music, this Rosalie and Ripple and To Lay Me Down (with that mysterious piano-- is that Jerry playing?), and also that-- Friend of The Devil, Oh fucking man is that friendly or what! To me that and 9-27-72 are the best of the bunch for that tune. But just a sublime set, one of those that just smacks you in the face with a bucket full of fairy dust and magic mixed with water and acid, a powerful dose suffused right through the roots of your hair. Gotta be considered one of the best acoustics.

I did hear the St. Stephen tease Nonoyolker picked up, but perhaps to make sure, somebody else should pitch in and see what they hear.

A legendary rap and version, crowd is stuck to the ceiling nuts and the whole band is whirling in a cosmic swirl of telepathy.

Group crowd enlightenment, collectively, individually, and spiritually, one of those versions of a song that kicks so much ass that once finished with a listening episode, one nearly, as if automatic, feels the deep twangs of a hidden nostalgia rooted deep in a past time, a powerful groping feeling, the power of this NFA is unbridled and unharnessed. Free with emotion and love; essential listening.