Way too early to begin to give the analytical review so some feelings are:

that any show that start with First Tube sounds like a pretty good way to start a show or any show by any band for that matter.

that it felt like the 1st Set could have ended with any song starting with Scent, they all had that set-ending closing kind-of quality to my ears.

that there was nothing in the 2nd set that disappointed me in any way shape or form other than Boogie On, which as 3.0 child I've apparently have missed the glory days of the extended Reggae jam vehicle.

that the 2nd Set in general was Golden from start to finish even though Backwards, as always, had me cussing at its start and leaving my sweat dripping off me by the end, the song I love to hate and hate to love.

that the Julius, YEM, Cup may in some ways may look familiar they were all slayed, long chunky versions, may be the longest YEM I've ever witnessed, haven't checked the times yet.

And that whatever(!) reservations I might have had about the set list, repeated songs, blah blah blah were totally struck down and demolished by the sheer execution of the songs themselves, they seemed want to continue a fair and measured exploration into the war horses that they have rode onto this current musical adventure up and down this great country of ours, damm we get to do what very very few still get to do, in the free world or certainly otherwise, to be able to dance our asses off to some of the headiest music that is so much more than the music...

...and, finally, I thought we were generally disrespected by the staff of Merriweather Post Pavilion, I saw my poor friends in their TICKETED Aisle Seat being constantly harassed to push into their Ticketed seat time and time again by the obnoxiously obnoxious MPP staff and then even when my friends were clearly within the boundary of the seat they were asked time and time again for their ticket. It was simply overkill, period end of sentence. And it took a little bit of the luster that generally musically shone brightly over the weekend.

Peace,
Alex