Sometimes I wonder how I can enjoy listening to the same songs over and over again, for years. Then I think about what it must be like for them to play the same songs over and over again, for even more years. The challenge for them has got to be bringing the same gusto, energy, mojo, i.e. love to their playing as when they first fell in love with making music. That can't be easy. So what makes a good show? Them getting out there, and doing their best to scratch that fucking itch.

Still waiting...for what? The gag? That ever elusive Gamehenge set or song you've been chasing? For death? Waiting is the natural state of being. Think about that next time in the beer, bathroom, or merch-line. The gag was: they played fucking awesome. They played all your favorite songs, awesomely. Trey played yet another uniquely face-melting once-in-a-lifetime guitar solo, for the gazillionth time. No trampolines, no vacuums, debuts, or gags-- be grateful for your marimba lumina drum freakout. If that's what it takes to scratch the itch tonight, so be it. As always, best show ever.