Caught him here in Seattle the other night.
Good show, had some moments of real beauty, a number of parts did not catch me personally.
Did not help that despite our great seats, some fellow behind us retched up a gut full of vile smelling vomit reeking of ETOH, did not splash on me or the wife unit, but the smell was to be reckoned with. Also I was impressed with the other folks behind us being able to keep up a yelling conversation between themselves despite Neil's wailing guitar....
I refrained from alleviating of their bewilderment of the sticky stuff on their seats and floor, courtesy of vomiting fellow who had subsequently left.
When I could pay attention to the music I enjoyed it. Funny though, after a sizable part of my live music interest this past yr being catching Furthur I was stuck at the disjointed progress a live show can take when you do not segway between songs or set songs up in much compliment with each other. It would seem that they could get moving in a jam, and then abruptly stop, song ends, then next song start.
Really makes me reflect on that saying about the dead and hence might apply to Furthur, "its not that they are the best of what they do, it is that they are the only ones who do what they do"..... or something like that, I am sure that most are familiar with the saying.