[sup]Well it was kind of a double black diamond landing into Rosario, just ahead of a full-on storm- putting the pontoons down on top of three foot whitecaps; and a bit of a gnarly turnaround too, with the rollers washing saltwater over our feet on the float. But Kenmore is badass, and we had brunch at the mansion as if nothing had happened. Only worth mentioning because it seemed such a natural, indigenous, rock and roll continuation of the second night in Seattle. Both were fast and intense forces of nature. Stopping to reflect was out of the question, and we got delivered through with certainty.

If you were in the room you know. Clearly the ensemble was fully aligned with its mission going in, and delivered in spades. From the opening notes it was plain that no one of the 17,000 present would be spared. Majestic sonic vistas, over expansive, iridescent landscapes. Before it was over the sublime devastation and exquisite wreckage left in the wake was everywhere, and undeniable.

The arena was the Ajna chakra of North America for the evening. The particulars and fineness of the various songs will be well analyzed; we need only remind ourselves of the incredibly valuable, rare, and humbling good fortune we’ve been gifted by Providence. Last night, we were the lucky ones.[/sup]