My first "arena" show. It was a little strange, but that's the nature of change, right? My buddy P and I talked to Mike about living in Oregon before the show. Just a casual chat, what's it like, etc.

I had a hard time finding good sound. That Coliseum's sort of an echo chamber. It took me a while to warm up to the scale of things. However, the Harrison encore grabbed me in a profound way, one that let me know this was still for real. It seemed like a post to lean on (without cutting 'er down), and appropriate in the waning weeks of 1995.