Countless pockets of gorgeous defined this, my 66th show since 1992. The band's relaxed and confident exploration allowed disconnects to blossom into beauty and blossoms to grow into majesty. I was drilled by the music, enjoying its afterglow this morning in the Santa Barbara sunshine.

Chalkdust>ghost was thrilling and mesmerizing. Over and over. And I loved the birds of a feather, a song I wouldn't normally seek, because they played it with a loose-tight undulating jazziness. A highlight version. Wombat is a weird song that takes--and delivers with--chutzpah. A beautiful and different Tweezer picked up the continual discovery jamming where CDT>Ghost left off, and Julius provided a vaudvilluan interlude, which Page had to resuscitate a few times.

There's nothing like being there for a tweeprise, and this one packed a punch.

Such beauty. Flubs aside (they certainly didn't dwell on them) the band jammed with open ears and interplay, consistently in the zone. Looking forward to tonight!