May not have been the most well-played of shows BUT they served up a severe can of musical whoop-ass over the course of the evening and it was a great overall experience, hanging with my peeps and the crowd round us being generally kind and receptive to what was coming out of the stage.

Stealing Time slayed! Camel Walk got the funk-on going on and the rest of the set was solid thru and thru, no real faves, every song getting a pretty good work-over.

Second set was an old-school musical lesson delivered by the band, starting with a gnarly Tweezer that finally gave way to the ominous keyboard textures that Page was eliciting from his cabinet and musical history followed and it was just off to the races afterwards, it just seemed like one big ole' glorious song climaxing with an over-the-top Backwards Down the Number Line. If there is video available, look closely at the final Trey rip and it should show, maybe in slo-mo, the sparks flying off his guitar as he was frantically trying to shred his strings off it.

The Show of Life was poignant, the Tweezer Reprise allowed the assembled masses such as myself to get their final musical orgasm out of their system before perhaps retiring for a smoke and a drive home, whatever that may represent on the road.

The venue should be proud of itself, they (finally?) did the right thing, we seemed to do the right thing and the band certainly seemed to keep up their part of the bargain.

Peace,
Alex