At the time, I barely have a memory of this show beyond seeing the nitrous mafia work the parking lot, and some poor kid getting beat down by two other kids with skateboards. Sketchy scene to say the least.

After listening to this show on CD countless late nights, I have come to find the Tweezer > Mountains the best part of an awesome show. The transition between these two is masterful and beautiful, and it brings to mind the ephemeral and the slow decline of all things alive into the death realm. I am reminded of the Tibetan Book of the Dead and the bardo thodol - the state between living and rebirth where one's karma becomes manifest. This is no rock star, tension and release climax, but rather a funky, slow, tuned in Tweezer that dissolves into mourning tones and finally, Mountains in the Mist.