The "rust" on this show has been a bit overstated (and re-stated ad nauseam). This show is cleaner than the following night in Tahoe, and even that show doesn't suffer so much from "rust" as it does from a Trey that just has one of those nights where he can't quite lock in with fluidity and ease (as likely to happen mid-tour or at the end of of tour as it is at the beginning).

What hasn't been stated enough is that this is one of the best tour openers in recent memory. Definitely the most ambitious. Great sequence to start the show with a strong Free and an ebullient Possum before going full-on Type 2 in Moma and Ghost. If there's any rust to speak of, it would be in the latter part of Ghost, where Trey struggles to connect back to the jam, but, after all the places that jam had been, it's of little consequence. The first set then stays hyped til set break.

Second Set keeps it coming with a NMINML that stays pretty Type 1, but is able to find a kind of infinite groove within the parameters. They pack it all in, from a funk throwdown to a bliss peak to a spirited outro. The opening sequence continues with a Carini that, though staying under 10 minutes, still finds plenty of pockets to dip into and segues seamlessly into a beautiful Slave to close the triptych.

They hit the reset button with Bouncing Around the Room. Then another killer three song sequence.

Soul Planet has some trouble connecting for a bit, but listen for Fishman tying everything together like an eight-limbed metronome. Steam is compact, but thrilling, and then a patient, textured Harry Hood closes out the show.

Fucking Contact!