Mates;
St Augustine Amphitheatre is within sniffing distance of the ocean,
and the 7 pm start time had the narcotic sun slanting a dappled dose
across the sold-out 4,000 seat bowl.
Shakedown had been free of hassles- vending, a full-on electric band, the usual kind parade-
saw a bumper sticker that said "Jerry would have loved this band."
14 vertical cabinets flew on each side of the stage, along with 6 stacked bass bins each side,
and the sound was far fatter and more coherent than other mainstream shows here.
Set list is below- the first set was good, and the second was on another level altogether.
As usual, the setlist doesn't tell the whole story;
www.furthur.net/tours?task=details&gigcal_gigs_id=90
The younger band-members have been fully assimilated.
Chimenti got several ovations, and Kadlecik showed some remarkable bursts of speed
and emotion right out of the gate- check minutes 6-8 of Jack Straw;
www.archive.org/details/furthur2011-07-3...marcus.115442.flac16
Set two began with a showcase of the dare-I-say
"professional" team singing that this band sports, mostly-
the addition of two vocalists and Weir's relinquishment of most JG tunes to JK
has upgraded vocal competence noticeably, despite Phil-
Mountain Song is from the Planet Earth Rock'n Roll Orchestra out-takes,
where Lesh played bass on 1.3.71- Kantner released a version-
the "gonna make the mountain be my home" chorus stole over us
just as the cool breeze arrived- so good I almost forgot-
and the singalongs eventually gave way to the punishing main event-
Help On the Way/ Slipknot/PITB/Franklin's Tower/PITB reprise.
The Brokedown Palace set us down easy.
Hambone Sparklewell hereby bestows his Seal of Approvalhood-
Phil and Bob drive these youngsters through this rich songbook like
the ancient sun and rain drive new flowers through our garden.
SR/HS
PS The plasma holography light show left me cold-
gimme a hippie squeezing amoebic slides of bubbly oil and red dye #7 anytime
St Augustine Amphitheatre is within sniffing distance of the ocean,
and the 7 pm start time had the narcotic sun slanting a dappled dose
across the sold-out 4,000 seat bowl.
Shakedown had been free of hassles- vending, a full-on electric band, the usual kind parade-
saw a bumper sticker that said "Jerry would have loved this band."
14 vertical cabinets flew on each side of the stage, along with 6 stacked bass bins each side,
and the sound was far fatter and more coherent than other mainstream shows here.
Set list is below- the first set was good, and the second was on another level altogether.
As usual, the setlist doesn't tell the whole story;
www.furthur.net/tours?task=details&gigcal_gigs_id=90
The younger band-members have been fully assimilated.
Chimenti got several ovations, and Kadlecik showed some remarkable bursts of speed
and emotion right out of the gate- check minutes 6-8 of Jack Straw;
www.archive.org/details/furthur2011-07-3...marcus.115442.flac16
Set two began with a showcase of the dare-I-say
"professional" team singing that this band sports, mostly-
the addition of two vocalists and Weir's relinquishment of most JG tunes to JK
has upgraded vocal competence noticeably, despite Phil-
Mountain Song is from the Planet Earth Rock'n Roll Orchestra out-takes,
where Lesh played bass on 1.3.71- Kantner released a version-
the "gonna make the mountain be my home" chorus stole over us
just as the cool breeze arrived- so good I almost forgot-
and the singalongs eventually gave way to the punishing main event-
Help On the Way/ Slipknot/PITB/Franklin's Tower/PITB reprise.
The Brokedown Palace set us down easy.
Hambone Sparklewell hereby bestows his Seal of Approvalhood-
Phil and Bob drive these youngsters through this rich songbook like
the ancient sun and rain drive new flowers through our garden.
SR/HS
PS The plasma holography light show left me cold-
gimme a hippie squeezing amoebic slides of bubbly oil and red dye #7 anytime
