This jam is straight sex. Nothing else needs to be said on the matter.

This bad boy shares more DNA with the Hampton/MSG Carinis (two of their nastiest grooves of 3.0) than something like the Alpharetta Chalk Dust, as there's essentially two ideas here - a driving, churning jam that leads into a superb peak, and (at Page's clavinet-driven urging) a snappy and funky jam with just as much mustard on it as the first jam did (as evidenced by Trey breaking out the James Brown licks). Fall '97 traded in jams like these - find a theme, explore every inch of that theme, find another theme, repeat. Absolutely glorious stuff, and the centerpiece of a darn good show.

This jam has it all. Funk, hose, bliss, ambiance, you name it - but what's more important, and what really sets this jam apart from the oh-so-standard 2014 20-minute jam, is that neither is a second spent searching for the next idea, nor is there a single abrupt shift from one type of jam to another. The whole thing builds naturally and melodically; it reaches its peak after such a beautiful, cohesive climb that you won't even notice you're listening to the peak section - it just sounds like the jam keeps on building. Somehow, it manages to go from peak bliss to funk, but you won't notice that transition either.

A jam for the ages.