One of the single greatest accomplishments in the history of rock and pop and whatever the heck else people want to call it. The fact that this isn't one of the most notoriously amazing and lavished with praise musical events, ever, is simply testament to the fact that most people are jealous that they don't get it!

Stupidly, I chose to stay in PDX for the Millennium, thinking I was being the "good boyfriend." I was in a phase of practicing "modesty" or something. (Yeah, right.) A buddy had tickets for me and everything. In 2003, I downloaded the entire thing from a then nascent nugs.net (gdlive.com, if I remember correctly), and then lay on my Maine floor while it snowed outside, listening to the midnight set all the way through, disc after disc. Oddly, I will always associate the sounds of Quadrophonic Toppling with the look and feel of cold, blustery, February snows hissing at my windows.

We have a few that get away from us. (I have a few boxcar loads, but that's another story.) This is one show for which there is no such thing as hyperbole. Truly an amazing accomplishment!