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Review by kipmat
My previous review of this show touted this funk-tastic first set; it took me a while longer to come around on the second set. I didn't like how the Runaway Jim set 2 opener devolved into a My Soul jam, which segues right into an actual performance of My Soul. I think it's a fine blues cover, but the guitarist in me gets annoyed at Trey repeating the same licks throughout his solo (basically the same melody he plays at the beginning of Funky Bitch). It was @raidcehlalred who eventually persuaded me of the merits of the 6-7 minutes of prime '97 improv that proceeds the blues-iness. I'd be a fool not to mention that Fishman puts on his usual polyrhythm clinic during this Jim, and Page pounds the piano during My Soul and Cars Trucks Buses like Billy Joel after an 8-ball of straight fire.
Speaking of which, it strikes me as odd that Trey felt it was necessary to give a shout out to the "Bathroom Attendant we met at the Ritz", immediately after introducing his Grandmother at the start of the show. Hmmm, what was it that Trey might have been doing in the bathroom at the Ritz, that would necessitate inviting the Bathroom Attendant to this gig and acknowledging the guy from the stage? I suppose we're better off not knowing...