Soundcheck: Jam, My Mind’s Got a Mind of its Own
SET 1: Suzy Greenberg > Maze, Mound, If I Could -> Scent of a Mule, Ginseng Sullivan, Dog Faced Boy, Split Open and Melt, The Squirming Coil
SET 2: Runaway Jim, Glide > Tweezer -> Earache My Eye -> Tweezer > Lifeboy, Uncle Pen, Big Ball Jam > Sample in a Jar, Hold Your Head Up > Love You > Hold Your Head Up, Slave to the Traffic Light
ENCORE: Highway to Hell
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Review by Mikesgroover
Page drives the band during the first half of a typically strong Maze. Trey takes over in the frenzied second half, smoothly inserting a Happy Birthday tease before an exuberant climax. If I Could is always welcome and a strong effort. An a-cappella break in the middle of the first set seems to mute the energy. The Melt jam never departs from the theme, and the Coil outro is abbreviated when Trey brings out a birthday cake for Page about a minute into the piano solo.
A weirdly dissonant Glide follows the straightforward Jim that opens the second set. The Tweezer is barely memorable, even with Fishman singing a barely intelligible version of “Earache My Eye” stuck in the middle of it.
Before Love You, Fishman mentions that he broke his bass drum pedal during the Sample and that his vacuum cleaner is “on it’s last legs”.
About 2 minutes into Slave, Trey totally botches the changes, though they recover reasonably well.
Move along, there's nothing worth seeking out here.