The first set won't particularly blow you away or anything (although the Maze definitely peaks very nicely), and perhaps cognizant that the set hadn't been the greatest ever, the group drops a nifty Ghost at the end of the set, one that quickly drops the standard funk groove for something more melodic and mesmerizing, maybe even close to the ferocious hose of your classic Bathtub Gin jams, or the 7/6/98 version with Page given as much room to work as Trey had. It's a lot of fun, if not the most exploratory Ghost ever, and it should at least by heard by the Ghost fans of the world (of which I am most assuredly one).

The second set starts up with a reasonably good, if not upper-echelon 2001 (Mike's bass is especially prominent here), then slides into Rock and Roll. The song portion is fine, if not as muscular as Phish's 3.0 rendition, but the jam takes a more relaxed avenue and peters down into a quiet ambient range, which (as you might expect) leads into a perfectly fine Taste. Frankie Says, which I will never say no to in a set, comes next, and the band then churns out a milkshake-thick Gumbo that (like the R&R before) melts away into an ambient fog before one of Trey's melodic vapors morphs into Chalk Dust Torture and the band rips off a frenetic version. We get a standard-for-98 close, and then YEM for an encore, and it's a decent enough version, even though it never finds any kind of peak. Not sure if I'll ever listen to this one again, but it's a very reasonable picture of Fall '98, and the Ghost definitely deserves a listen.