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OUT with The ROLLING RIDER
This
Week: Roaming the West
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RE: 2.10.01,
Fillmore, Denver, CO.
One
more Saturday night at the Philmore...
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Saturday night at the Philmore sparkled beyond the mere gem, transcending to a veritable diamond -- a crystalline jewel made up of many perfect, dazzling facets.
An introspective JAM began the night, cascading into an interstellar version of BIRDSONG, much to the delight of the partisan colorado crowd. DEREK TRUCKS joined the phriends for set one, adding some humble yet spirited licks which were the catalyst for a herculean version of the ELEVEN, complete with Phil and Warren's powerful vocal harmonies. The previous night's soundcheck rumours came to fruition, as the phriends morphed a post-eleven JAM into the anticipated breakout of KEEP ON GROWIN'.
The phriends continued to be phlawless...the guardian angel, Mr.Warren Haynes, took us on a soulful journey through BUILT TO LAST, and it seems that in 2001 the phriends are showing us just that -- a transition from a fluid, eclectic, and ever-changing format into something that is built to stand the test of time. From there, DEAR MR FANTASY, as the very essence of Brent Mydland's working-class, soulful spirit was conjured up once again, backed by some deft keyboard work by Rob Barracco. Rob, as per the usual, took on the formidable lyrical task of DOIN' THAT RAG, and the entire quintet stirred the philmore like a psychedelic stew.
A fervent TURN ON YOUR LOVELIGHT powered by the red hot vox of guest Susan Tedeschi started set two, building to a dueling guitar clinic between Jimmy and Warren. MOUNTAINS OF THE MOON, for this rabbit's carrots, has always been a showcase for Phil's bassy vocals, and saturday at the Philmore was no exception. Phil led us, the dancing kings and wives assembled in the hall, into the ethereal realms and back again, his haunting vocal of "Tom...where did you go" dissolving into the fractaled, heavenly space of the Philmore. Warren stepped up once again in set two, again summoning brent with a liquid version of surely one of my current faves, JUST A LITTLE LIGHT. The phriends seemed to have the ol' Vista Cruiser purring like a kitten, as each of the PHAB PHOUR began to pull out all the stops.
MILESTONES into PATCHWORK QUILT was the true psychedelic deluge, a musical masterpiece painted by four men who truly value the concept of gestalt. While playfully referring to the band as 'Warren and Friends', and constantly marveling at the proficient and respectful playing of Rob and Jimmy, Phil Lesh, til' this point the 'glue', poised himself to deliver us into elysian fields. ST STEPHEN, not surprisingly, elicted utter bliss from the philmore phaithful, and the answer to the answer man was a spirited MOUNTAIN JAM which dissolved back into ST STEPHEN. It was certainly one of the most delightful versions of the forgotten song that I've experienced. As if this wasn't enough, Phil and Friends treated us to the winged, set-closing GOLDEN ROAD, again whipping the masses into a veritable frenzy. If unlimited devotion is the destination, Phil and the phans have surely phound it at the Philmore.
Any veteran of the Denver Philmore had to feel a little tinge of deja vu when Phil punctuated the night with JUST LIKE TOM THUMB'S BLUES, reminscint of a Philmore classic a couple runs ago. "I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough" created visions of the east coast dancing through everyone's head, as Phil and Friends prepare to embark on their spring tour.
"...spinning that curious sense of your own..."
roaming on,
Rolling
Rider
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