What can you say about Bob Weir. After almost 50 years of playing, you can bet he has his act perfected. He may not pack the show with that squealing guitar or technically complicated rifts that some bands feel they need to impress. Of coarse, that doesn't mean he doesn't have his moments. It's just that there is more to performing music than just playing technically difficult music and Bob, as well as his fans, figured this out a long time ago. As a one-time musician, I know the magic of jamming freestyle with friends. There are moments when the emergency broadcast system sounds better. And there there are moments when you make magic you can't ever repeat. Every show Bob puts on is unique and will never be repeated. Every show has its own moments of magic. This is the beauty of watching true jam bands. The reason I love the Blues is because you can't auto tune the Blues. Just like the Blues, Bobs music has an emotion and feeling that many strive for but few achieve. There is a honesty and purity that some have and some don't. Bob had it...and still does. Combine that with some of the nicest and most open minded fans around and you have yourself a good evening. Where else can you get a 20 year old hippy who doesn't know what day of the week it is with a 35 year old wasp and a 75 year old holding onto old glory days and everyone not only gets along but are friends for a few hours. The only reason I didn't give them 5 stars, and I feel bad because it's not the bands fault, but some of their fans don't bath themselves. Just because you can't smell yourself, doesn't mean I can't either.
Oh yeah. The venue is cool too.