This, too, is my favorite Mike's Song. The first jam section is just crazy, mindmelting dissonance with Karl Perazzo hammering away in tribal fashion like a madman. After the second jam starts, the craziness fades away into pure sexual Phishy funk chocolate. This might just be THE JAM that paved the way to the 1997 Funk sound. Pure baby-making Phunk at its finest.

The jam is already an all-timer at this point, then they go ahead and decided to add a miraculous, hosey, Mind-Left-Body-esque buildup and peak on the end of it. Absolutely breathtaking.

This jam not only exemplifies a myriad of styles Phish is capable of, but is also, remarkably, a masterful display of those styles. I can't think of a more perfectly quintessential Phish jam.

I can safely declare this to be my favorite Mike's Song and one of my favorite jams ever at this point, even with the bobbled ending. The usual gnarly Mike's jam is great, certainly, but it is that buttery smooth second jam, laid back almost to the point where you'd expect someone to talk about their mind on their money and their money on their mind, that really makes this one for the record books. A jam that pointed the way towards Fall '97, while actually trumping a fair number of Fall '97 jams to boot.