Coming out of the break, the band is completely off the hook the entire rest of the evening. The China Cat is truly amazing, packed into just four minutes, but bursting at the seams, especially once Phil starts dropping bombs in the second half and Jerry streaks around over him. Phil continues dealing in the Rider that follows, sounding almost like a psychedelic railcar taking the song north into some promised land. Of course, the Truckin’ two songs later is epic in its own right, more bluesy than normal, before it goes off the rails – in the best ways possible – in the latter portions. And it heads right into a very short drum solo, out of which – again led by Phil’s driving bass – The Other One booms forth. Filled with space-filled jams and dripping pathos, The Other One takes us all along on a transformative journey of discovery. After a few more tunes – all of them good…just listen to the loveliness of Me And Bobby McGee – the first peals of Stephen echo forth out of nowhere, bringing out a perfectly formed version. The Stephen segues into Not Fade Away, setting up a rocking, jamming, rhythm-filled end to the set with a NFA> GDTRFB> NFA. All told, it was a great night in the Bronx, and the last that Pig would play with the Dead before he went into the hospital in September, seriously ill, prompting the boys to recruit Keith for the band.