My first show - what an experience! I just got into the band the previous fall and missed the Port Chester show, so the anticipation of catching them for the first time was huge. NYC was still a relatively new place to me coming from Long Island and I was so confused on how to get to the venue (even though it was so easy to get to from Penn Station). Vague memories of the color red, Fish's crash cymbals during Cracklin', and John Popper. I remember being so pumped and yelling like a little girl at the beginning of the Jim opener where the people in front of me were asking me to chill out - youthful exuberance I suppose. Back in the early GA shows, set breaks were always interesting trying to move through the crowd sitting on the floor, reconnecting with friends.

Re-listening to the show now brings a lot back - these early shows were so different and felt so raw, you can hear how young the band is at the time, even though it's 8 years into their career.