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Review by nichobert
We're on (Whats that road, 32?) sitting in traffic, with the woods to our right. We suddenly hear the first notes of Wolfman's Brother chiming through the woods. We- in all our 17 year old glory- look at each other, whip the Jeep to the side and pull up on the very tip of a grassy median seperating north & southbound lanes. With ass and nose of the jeep just hanging off into the little one foot mini-shoulder on either side.
We run into the woods and the music becomes murkier, our friend Julie says she hears Horn but we're pretty sure it's still Wolfmans. We come out into the parking lot and.. There's a Ryder truck with a big speaker system. Playing Hoist. Julie looks at us and goes "Huh. I told you guys I heard horns!"
This is a really good show, but I'm pretty sure both sets are under an hour long. Sally->Guyute and Piper>Tela are the only parts to really write home about. And Sweet Jane, Sexual Healing and Sabotage were all a nice treat. The Hood was breathtaking at 17 years old but doesn't feel like a very above average version now. I like Fikus a whole lot. Always wished they would let it emerge from some creepy jam.
I've always wondered if the 100 minute first set at MPP 2000 (And if you want to hear a Guyute that gets REAL evil at the end..check that one out..I think it ends up being like 13-14 minutes with all the weird effects) was in some way a makeup for how short this show was.
Those helicopters were nuts. I was 10 feet from a horse cop that got hit by a bottle. Smart move, hippie. You singlehandedly ensured that this venue wouldn't be a fun time again until 2011. When they inexplicably relaxed big time. Cavity search? Hell, they didn't even check my ticket in 2011!
Maybe not too inexplicably though. Furthur was in Brooklyn and I didn't see a single dreadlock. How far we've come since my first trip to this strange venue that almost always generated cool ass shows.