Bob Weir and RatDog | RatDog.Org

The best damn Ratdog show I've ever seen. Loved the Music opener, the new twist on Blackbird, loved seeing Bob mess up New Minglewood. It was like the second verse, slight brain fart, stepped back and laughed, came back after a huge cheer from the many that packed the place and continued on. Terrapin was good. The Other One-He's Gone-Other One smoked and the Gloria I thought he was never going to end. Just when you thought it was over, Bob would cue the band and the'd start back up again. This happened like three times. It was a hell of a show.

The 33 year old jammy jam virus has spread from Phil & Friends to THE DOG, and old Bobby has got the FEVER (He's still feeling it from NYE)!!! Weaving expansive tapestries out of ether, dipping back into the most transportational interstellar vehicles (see Other One in Tampa, Stranger/Dark Star in Orlando), it was all late 60's vintage psychedlic ballroom. Tampa show was packed like sardines, except everyone had shrimp heads and flaggellating limbs; Liberty and He's Gone were a sweet nod to 9-11. Orlando was nice and roomy, great sound and venue. When they went in to Eyes in the first set I thought for sure it was going to be one long set, but the boys did break and we were all good for #2. Truckin' was near perfect; I swear Bob stared me down, blaming me for screwing up the "up to Buffalo" lines, oh well. It felt like they slipped Two Djinn in under the curfew, just for the heck of it. Nice a cappella ending, and as us freaks descended on the now closed Universal Studios, it was as if the lunatics had taken over the asylum; it was all just one big sick trip to Disney World, a magic land of lights and music.

Here's to a dose of the jammy illness all around,