This second set appeared unto me as pretty far-out. Béla Fleck's guest feature forebodes plenty of phun, but I ended up kinda let down by the somewhat sparing nature of his tasty licks in his segment of the show, as well as the very experimental (confused?) direction of the second set. I'm frankly astonished that the band was able to regroup enough to pull off the My Sweet One encore. There's certainly plenty to enjoy here... in particular I had a good time with the Stash, David Bowie, and Reba. This Reba also features some momentary Type-II exploration, but the band reins it in before breaking through into interstellar space. On the other hand, in a healthier frame of mind than I'm in right now, this show could be authentically pleasant, or even stirring. Mood has a lot to do with my ability or inability to receive the "vibes" of a show. Maybe I had too much too fast.