Cold Rain And Snow kicks it off with an almost precious version of what can be a terribly melancholy lament, but even with its innocence – or perhaps because of it – this is still a wonderfully original take on the tune. Up next, Hi Heeled Sneakers, which was only a few years removed from its original debut by Tommy Tucker, is a spitfire little piece of blues delivered through the acidy, kaleidoscope amplifier of the early Grateful Dead. Pain In My Heart is also ridiculously good in a very different way with Pig just pleading on vocals. Afterwards, the boys thump out eleven beats before tumbling forth in a mad rush through Beat It On Down The Line. It is psychedelia on bennies with a bluesy feel, relentless organ, and striking, rough Jerry run in the middle. While there is a certain inalienable core here, each tune is so mesmerizingly unique and different. And the Cream Puff War that comes out next is no different, positively delicious and the real nugget of the entire show. After the lyrics, Jerry starts off arcing along through a dark and deep jam with hints of the most gnarly surf guitar. Before too long, though, he and the rest of the band up the energy and headiness even further as they storm off into the stratosphere in mystical fashion. Next, The Same Thing showcases Pig’s intense blues presence and has Jerry providing some sparse and tasty riffs. Then, in the second half of the song, the entire band heads off on a rollicking, unkempt expedition. And, after just a moment’s hesitation, they then dive into a sweet and syrupy version of He Was A Friend Of Mine, which just has a little twinge of psychedelia, unlike the full servings that come in most of the rest of the show, including the spectacular Dancin’ In The Streets. There are few songs that the band played as many ways as they did Dancin’ over the years, and this rendition is as different as they come, with neither a hint of Motown or any twinge of disco, it is also not the straight up rock n’ roll versions they would pull out in just a few years. From there, the boys – Pig especially – head into a long, moody, and righteous series of blues tunes with Smokestack Lightnin’ – almost hinting at punk at times – going into a luscious King Bee before taking just a pause before heading into a superlative Midnight Hour. In that capper, Pig rolls out some of his best rapping, and the band is there to back him up in an exceptional manner.