Despondent I made the "adult" decision many weeks ago to only do N1 and N2, meaning I had to do the drive back to DC on Sunday. Left late enough that I bought the stream and listened to the show driving through Jersey/Pennsylvania only to cuss myself out for missing what would have been my fourth Egg. That sadness turned to existential dread as the second set tweezed its spell. Congrats to all smarter than I who stayed.

Petitioning to call that three-times Tweezer the "Threezer." I know we get plenty of Tweezer fests, but this one has earned the distinction. Each return is a vital component of the whole 40-minute jam which, taken together, is better than last year's monster in St. Louis.

Happy, happy, happy summer tour, y'all.