But the second set is blissful magic, beginning with the heady China>Rider. And the LL Rain a song later keeps it going with some delightful playing a full-on cheesy Bobby vocals that we have come to love so much. But it is the Playin’ that is the real crux of the show, especially as they enter into a inventive and compelling jam in the latter portions. Throughout, the drummers are pounding away, seemingly itching to get into Drums. And that might be exactly what was going on, because Mickey and Billy torch the nineteen minute section. They start off on some sort of edgy tribal quest and descend into pure elemental percussive exploration. Eventually, the rest of the boys come out, taking up the primordial theme. Eventually, a spacious Watchtower rises out of the soup, itself subtly transitioning into China Doll. And while Jerry plods through some of the lyrics on China Doll, there are elements to the playing that are quite lovely. The Sugar Mags release provides a rocking end to the set. But the Dead came out for a rousing Weight encore before calling it a night. For all the issues, tell us you would not hit up the Sam Boyd Silver Bowl to see the boys if someone offered you the miracle time machine trip right now.