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Mid-Atlantic Regional Report
Edited by Anthony Coloneri - ester8@mindspring.com

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Trey Anastasio
Binghamton, NY - May,13, 1999

By Rick Mattison

Driving into the lot was heaven on a sunny, blue-skied day. Not a huge lot scene, but enough to spark up memories of what it means to be at a 'show'. Sure, I have seen plenty of 'shows' since my last Phish concert on 11/14/98 in Cincinnati. But truly, does any crowd know how to do it better than Phish's? Nope.

Ok, I was really hyped up for this show. I wanted to see Trey play acoustically and was interested to see him tear apart his Languedoc with Tony and Russ instead of the other three I am accustomed to seeing him play with.

Entering the venue there was just a feel that there would be a treat. Sitting 15 rows back in this intimate setting just gave me chills. Then Chris dropped the lights and Trey came out. No sir, it does not get much better.

He opened up with Farmhouse, which was one I really wanted to hear, and that just set the mood for the night. The rest of the acoustic set lived up to all my expectations and I personally liked the 'country' song he and Tom wrote called "You'll Know My Name." Other highlights of the first set were Billy Breathes, which just made me a believer…once again, and also "Waste" to close the set was fantastic.

The end of the first set led to an excitement during set break that words cannot do fair justice to. Trey just tore apart this set and left my jaw on the floor several times. The "First Tube" was long and kept changing its texture and feel the whole time they ripped into it. "Ooh Child" led into the drums duel, which was extremely fun to watch Trey beat the hell out of his little kit while Russ pounded on his much larger one.

During a quiet moment someone called for "Teen Spirit" and Trey went right into it. I think they would have done the whole thing if Tony had a clue of how to play it, but it was still very cool nonetheless. The encore capped off a wonderfully magical evening. "I Can See Clearly Now" followed by "Last Tube" and then "Come On Baby, Let's Go Downtown" couldn't have finished off the show any better.

Leaving the show, you of course had your choice of grilled cheese, cold beer and veggie burritos. The sky was clear and the road home was a long one, but it was well worth the trek to see this amazing experience. I am pretty damn convinced it does not get much better. But you know, if it does, I want to be there.

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Bob Weir and Rob Wasserman Trio with Jay Lane
1999 Bell Atlantic Jazz Festival
South Street Seaport Atrium, New York, NY - June 8, 1999

By Zachary Roberts

It was a sultry, humid night in New York City, even three floors above the shore of the East River. Inside the South St. Seaport Atrium, though, it became a nasty, sweating mess as a capacity crowd shook their bones to a rare, relatively short East Coast appearance by Bob Weir.

The Weir and Wasserman Trio featuring Jay Lane gives these musicians the chance to do more inventive, acoustic work than the larger Ratdog format allows, and both Bob and Rob took full advantage of that fact. While Wasserman remained on a full-bodied acoustic upright for the entire show, Bobby began on his acoustic, playing mostly rhythm action with light fills through the first half of the show before switching to a beautiful semi-hollow electric for the rest of the set.

Taking the stage with easy smiles, the trio was clearly pleased to be greeted with extensive cheering by the Dead-starved right coasters. Weir blushed gently when the crowd reacted to his wave with a prolonged roar, and bent over his clasped hands in appreciation.

Opening with the Al Greene classic "Take Me to the River" was a nice nod to the gig's Lower East Side location. This long-time Weir cover was gently jammed out, with excellent vocal work covering the lack of any real lead line. Although the crowd got into the boogie when the band went into a short but rousing version of "Good Morning, Little Schoolgirl," this tune definitely suffered from no strong solos.

One of the evening's biggest and brightest surprises came with the Weir/Barlow original "Black Throated Wind," roared out with all the intensity the song holds on tapes from the early '70s. This was followed by the evening's other top highlight, a soft, gorgeous version of the traditional jugband tune "KC Moan" that Weir has made a trademark. Opening act Gary Lucas joined the band to provide gentle slide acoustic guitar, while Weir lead the band through deep blue melancholy and into the urban country jangle of "City Girls."

When an unknown accordion player joined the band on stage at this point, the show seemed to be turning into a full-on rock ensemble. But with Lucas, the accordion player and Weir suffering from a bad acoustic room, a poor mix and constant feedback ("That's at 375 hertz, in case any of you in the audience are interested," Bobby joked before walking over to the soundboard to sort it out), the following "Fever" lacked any real bite.

After a rousing "El Paso," Lucas and the accordion player left the stage, and the band enthusiastically ripped into "Friend of the Devil." Weir at last seemed to have found the confines of the room, and he peppered his rhythm with classic F.O.T.D. licks. Switching to electric, he then lead the band from a somewhat gutsy "Bury Me Standing" into the energy-dropping "Even So". After a short jam on "The Other One" without any lyrics, Weir conformed to the Ratdog/Dead format and left the stage, while Wasserman and Lane combined on a long bass/drums jam that returned to "The Other One" theme several times. Although Lane's playing was relatively boring, Wasserman was mesmerizing with his use of varied techniques, blistering finger speed, and simple musicality.

The show ended with a forgettable "Two Djinn" jammed into Bobby's classic "Throwing Stones," always an East Coast favorite that had the audience singing along. Weir returned to the '80s for his encore selection, with "Ashes & Glass" followed by the anthemic "Touch of Grey." It was only a two hour show, but judging by the blissed-out expressions of many there, even a little Bob is a good thing.

Opening acts Gary Lucas and Johnny Winter both performed strong 45 minutes sets. The legendary Winter, who is legally blind and looked rather frail on stage, was still able to tear off impressively quick licks and lay down shuffling blues rhythms. Too bad he didn't make it on stage during Weir's set for "Schoolgirl" or another standard.

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The Third Annual All Good Festival and Camp Out

by Tony Oliveira

Wilmer's Park, Brandywine, MD- Nestled among a neighborhood of farm houses, and rural residences, and just a few, leisurely miles from Route 95 lies Wilmer's Park - home of this years Third Annual All Good Festival and Camp Out. This year's festival, in addition to boasting it's strongest musical line-up yet, was dedicated to the memory of Mr. Arthur Wilmer who had passed away this past February. Mr. Wilmer was the original owner and founder of the park, which fortunately for our music community, will remain family owned. As in prior years, this year's festival was presented by the fine folks at Walther Productions, who have been promoting our little music scene for years.

This is the earliest of all the outdoor music festivals, and a great way to kick off the summer festival season, so with that in mind, I made the long trek south with a couple of friends. The wait to get into the park was quite tolerable and very well organized; plenty of parking and ample camping space to boot. They even made sure to hand out trash bags to every car upon entering. In addition, two huge dumpsters and 100 trash boxes were placed in numerous locations through out the site. From my understanding, the park is now under new management, so security was a bit stricter than usual. They really weren't all that bad, just sticklers about enforcing the "no alcohol" policy upon entering the park grounds. It really was more of a nuisance than a problem. After taking care of all the camping stuff (finding a spot and pitching the tent), a tour of the site was in order. The camping areas were basically laid out around the stage and vending areas, which made it much easier on everyone. Picture if you will, a couple of rings…the inner ring being the stage area, surrounded by the vendors, which were in turn surrounded by the camping areas. Also, it was very easy to walk around with the network of trails and pathways leading to and from the camping areas. There were even some wooded camping areas, which provided some much- needed shade during the weekend. It should be mentioned that the weather was absolutely gorgeous on Friday, only adding to the festive mood that everyone seemed to already be in and believe me, it was contagious! As seems to be the case with these festivals, the music isn't the only thing that makes them so much fun. Between running into old friends (far away from home), making new friends, or the sense of community and the relaxed atmosphere that seems to be so much harder to find in the "real" world; it's darn near impossible "not" to have a good time at these things. Of course, without the fine music, I doubt any of us would travel that far - just to camp.

Yes…the music. There was plenty of it. Unfortunately, we arrived a bit later than I expected and missed the opener, Ulu, a jazzy outfit out of NY. Runaway Truck Ramp and the Tony Trishka Band provided us with some wonderful "tent pitching" music (our campsite was close enough to hear, but not see, the performer's). One or both of them? Definitely played some excellent bluegrass, which put everyone in the mood for String Cheese Incident; headlining, later that night. This was my first exposure to either of these bands. Next up, was Ekoostik Hookah, who I'd also never seen. They just don't seem to make up to the New England region all that much. They definitely had the crowd's attention during their set. I know they are quite popular in their home state of Ohio, and it looks like a lot of folks made the trek down to Wilmer's for them. The Recipe was up next. Their sound has been described as Appalachian Mountain music. Sounded like a combination of bluegrass and that "west coast" sound that a lot of bands seem to have. They did have a couple of singers (one female, one male) that exchanged lyrics back and forth, which was kind of cool, and the crowd seemed to dig. During their set, I just happened to finally notice how many people had migrated towards the stage area; there must have been several thousand at this point. Lots of people were arriving through out the day, and many people tend to wander back and forth from campsite to stage, so getting a real idea of crowd size can prove quite difficult. String Cheese Incident, the night's closer, was coming up next, so most of the people were settled in (near the stage) by then for a ripping set that served to remind everyone why the east coast is finally starting to embrace the Cheese. The group's blend of bluegrass, jazz, and straight out rock is quite a satisfying combination (plus, musician by musician this is one of the most talented bands on the scene- just spend an evening with these and focus in on any one of them at a given moment, you can't help but smile and shake your head in amazement).

Day Two. Don't want bore you all with our late night antics, so I'll suffice it to say that Friday night was a lot of fun and we were eagerly awaiting Saturday's festivities. Once again, we were greeted with some wonderful sunshine and warm weather. Sector 9 kicked off the day's events, and they had the crowd's attention from the start. I believe these guys are from Atlanta, Ga and if the crowd's reaction was any indication, we will be hearing a lot more from this young (instrumental) band in the near future. Nice blend of techno (ala the Disco Biscuits), nice grooves, and even some reggae sprinkled in their one hour set. Lots of enthusiastic dancing going on during this one. Next up was Calobo <<>> They were followed by the Slip, who just happens to be one of my favorite local bands (local being the Boston area). It seemed the crowd took a few minutes to warm up to them. For those of you who've never seen them, they tend to have a high degree of improv, and it sometimes almost seems like they aren't even sure where they are going. I assure you; it only "seems" that way. It didn't take them long to win over the crowd and before long people were getting down just like they were for Sector 9.

Don't mess with Mother Nature. Up till this point in the day, the weather was not only sunny, but it was damn hot; to the point where you really wished some clouds would come out and play because there was virtually no shade in the vicinity of the stage. Careful what you wish for. Deep Banana Blackout was no farther then 3 songs into their set, when those clouds rolled on in. Not only did they bring us some much needed shade, but lots of gale force winds and eventually some thunder, lightning and plenty of rain. What happened next will live in many people's memories for as long as they live. The stage had been decorated with some rather large tapestries that were tied to the huge lighting rig; set-up in directly in front of the stage. It basically surrounded the stage on 3 sides. Those fierce winds not only whipped up quite a little dust storm, but they turned these tapestries into rather large sails. This sail effect caused the lighting rig to topple over, crashing backward onto the stage, right during the middle of Deep Banana's set. Apparently, someone was looking out for us, the musicians and their crews because amazingly, no one was hurt. Actually, what averted a most certain tragedy was moe.'s lighting rig and lots of luck. moe. has had their own, special lighting rig for the past year or so, and they had set it up the previous night. It was above the back of the stage, and when the stage rig came crashing down it, it per chance, was stopped from completely falling by moe. rig. I still can't believe no one was hurt, though quite a few people got the scare of a lifetime! What ensued was both the high point and low point of the festival, depending on how you chose to look at it. Deep Banana's set was obviously over and the fate of the rest of the night was still in the balance. Once everything settled down, Tim Walther's crew did their best to remove the lighting rig in an orderly fashion. It was no easy task and they did seem to have quite a bit of trouble before they finally succeeded. Thankfully the weather actually cleared for a couple of hours. During this time, confusion reigned. No one knew what was going to happen. Would the remainder of the acts be cancelled? If not, who would get to play? And for how long? I think a lot of frustration set in for both Walther productions, the bands, and the fans. When it finally appeared that the show would go on, some hard, but necessary decision had to be made. It took a good couple of hours and by this time both the Deep Banana and Disco Biscuits slots were up. It was determined that Lake Trout would also have to be cancelled. As mentioned above, this was both the low point and high point of the festival for me. Why? Well, I was extremely bummed by what had happened, but then moe., most graciously offered to give up a half-hour of their set, so that the Disco Biscuits could play. This was contingent on how quickly everything got set-up and returned to as near as normal as possible. As it turned out this was not to be. The lights and stage proved more difficult than assumed. Once again, it looked like only Karl Denson's Tiny Universe and moe. would get a chance to play on this night. Again, moe. made me quite proud of them and their organization, which I've become pretty familiar with in the last few years. They decided that they would do a "hostile takeover" with the Disco Biscuits…ala the Gathering of the Vibes last year (with the Ominous Seapods). Basically, they would play and the Biscuits would come up and one by one, replace moe. and jam for a half-hour and then proceed to do it in reverse. This sounded like a fantastic plan. Two of my favorite bands sharing the stage! Boy was I psyched! Tim Walther then went and announced what was going to happen. As you could imagine, people were both disappointed, but pleased that a compromise of sorts had been worked out. Karl Denson finally took the stage and was just getting the crowd into the groove, when Mother Nature got nasty again…rain started coming down and many people didn't seem to mind. Some of us headed for dryer climates; namely, the bar on the hill. The rain wasn't going to stop this festival. Unfortunately, the lightning did! Once again the music stopped. Karl Denson's set was cut short, and everything was up in the air again. Just one of those days, I guess. Eventually, the rain subsided, but by this time the "hostile takeover" was no longer a viable option. In fact, most people had pretty much had it, and seemed to finally give-up and return to there camp sites. This was pretty much about all that we could take. Then, thanks to the determination of Walther Productions and moe., a little hope emerged. moe. had borrowed some acoustic instruments and took to the stage, un-amplified. It was truly an odd experience. You couldn't really hear anything unless you were within twenty feet of the stage. There was a very small (relatively), but enthusiastic crowd out there in the light drizzle. We wanted music…any music and under the circumstances, moe. delivered in the best way that they could. You would have never guess what the last few hours had been like. moe. was up on stage and they were having fun. Their enthusiasm was contagious and quite a few people were all smiles…myself included. Little by little people started to wander back from their campsites. People were shouting out requests, and the band was just happy to be playing. Here's a peek at the setlist (courtesy of moe-l):

2/99 All Good Festival - Wilmer's Park - Brandywine, MD

Jim/Vinnie on percussion, Jim on flute Chuck/Al/Rob on acoustic guitars
One Set, Acoustic (about 2:20)
Skeeter On My Peter (old dirty singalong)
Bad Moon Rising
Willin'
Blue Eyed Son
Godzilla
Ice Cream Man*
St. Augustine
Friend Of The Devil
Jack-a-roe
Take The Skinheads Bowling**
Ziggy Stardust***
Salt Creek
Dead Flowers#
Nebraska
Me and Pat and Bill and You
You Really Got Me
Buster##
Spine Of A Dog->^ I Know You Rider
Time Again
Skeeter On My Peter Reprise
E: Amazing Grace x2, After Hours

[plus a few partial riffs of tunes played between songs. Wish You were Here, Banks of the Ohio, Shakedown St., Rosalie McFall. Possibly others]

* Van Halen, Al sang. Jim on flute
** P.A. gets set up. Rob wanders off when a string breaks, next songs without Rob.
*** Incomplete.
# Rob returns with guitar.
## Rob on Electric Upright for rest of the show (except Amazing Grace) ^ China/Rider jam

I've only included it to illustrate that moe. wasn't really playing their typical show. They were just doing their best to provide some kind of entertainment for a bunch of fans, who had gone through a somewhat frustrating day. Once again, hats off to them, Tim Walther, and their respective crews for making the most out of a bad, but uncontrollable, situation. Hats off to the fans that persevered as well. Despite all that transpired, I truly feel that the spirit of the festival was captured quite well by all of those involved. Until next year.

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Vinyl Wetlands, New York, NY - May 9, 1999

By David Karpman

The Marin County/San Francisco based jam band Vinyl made their NYC debut at Wetlands on Sunday, May 9, 1999.

Vinyl is an 8 piece band that includes Doug Thomas - Saxophone / Flute, Jonathan Korty - Hammond Organ/Keys/Harp, Antonio Onorato - Congas / Timbales, Sean Onorato - Percussion / Bongos, Danny Cao – Trumpet, Billy Frates – Guitar, Geoff Vaughan – Bass, and Alexis Razon - Drums. Their self proclaimed description is "Instrumental Grooves." Their tunes range from Latin funk to r&b to reggae to all out grooves. They have two CDs available. One is their self-titled studio debut, and the other is their recent release, "Live at Sweetwater." They also appear on the Lauan Records "Three Sets" along with Day by the River and Jiggle the Handle.

I arrived at Wetlands in time to hear the end of the set for the jazz trio Living Daylights and was instantly impressed with their musicianship and exploration. In addition, there were a few other groups scheduled to play downstairs in the lounge.

By the time Vinyl hit the stage (around 10:45pm) there were about 50 or so people milling about in the stage area. Within a song or two just about everyone in the entire club convened in front of the stage to bob, sway, and boogie to some excellent grooves. There was a killer vibe in the room and Vinyl rocked the place. The crowd was pretty small for such an exciting group, but not bad at all for their first time in NYC. They played a strong set that lasted nearly two hours that mixed Latin originals with funky covers by Wilson Picket (Funky Broadway), the Meters (Funkify your life, 9-5), and their own Reggae tune "Imperial Dub".

Prior to coming to NYC, Vinyl played a number of shows in New Orleans during Jazz Fest where they played a reported incredible set with the Funky Meters at the House of Blues, and a wonderful sunrise set at the Maple Leaf. Their southern swing also included a rockin' show in South Carolina, where they opened for Toots and the Maytalls.

Most recently, they played Day 2 of Mountain Aire ’99 in Angels Camp CA, and according to a band insider, "Vinyl played a smoking hour set, BEST they ever sounded!" In August, Vinyl will be back east again playing the Newport Jazz Festival and the Berkshire Mountain Festival.

Don’t miss your chance to catch some excellent grooves.

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TOUR DATES for Lake Trout

June 16 Storyville ,San Francisco, CA 415-441-1751
18 TRAXX,Charlottesville, VA 804-295-TRAX
25 WHFS Wine Festival, Anne Arundel, MD
26 Phil's Grill Va Beach, VA 757-491-6525

July 8 Baby Jupiter w/ ULU, NYC 212-982-2229
11 Ho-down Festival, Wendall, MA.914-923-4300
16 The Recher Theater, Towson, MD 410-366-LIVE
23 Peasants, Greenville, NC 252-752-8034
30 State of The Union, D.C. 202

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Lake Trout & The Disco Biscuits
Wetlands, New York, NY - June 6, 1999

By Brian Belyea

*whew* what a night....

The Wetlands!! need I say anymore?

The fellas just straight out tore that place down on Saturday night. They made their 'jambands' statement - 'WE TAKE NO PRISONERS' ... and they didn't.

The night started out late for me as I am not used to being able to leave home (Bethlehem, pa) for a show @ 8:30 pm... but hey It's the big apple and they throw down till the weeee hours of the morn..

So I arrived @ the wetlands at about 10ish and to my dismay.. there was a line of immense proportions formed to get into the building....finally the wetlands realized they needed to separate the ticket holders from the ticket buyers... thank god I bought my tix ahead of time.... thus we were escorted to the other end of the entrance and we slipped in nice and quick.....

There I was...There I was... There I was.... in the congo ... or so I thought as I broke the plane of the entrance and immersed myself into the humid jungle of the wetlands..... I mean the place was packed... It was as hard to get around in there as I have ever experienced it... Next was to get down to business....party favors consumed.. the night was on.

Looking to escape the masses I thought I'd slip downstairs and evade the heat. Step after step the surroundings became darker and darker until I found myself in the glow of blacklight paintings that adorn the walls... spinning around in a moment of confusion I found myself toe to toe w/ 'the barber'. We exchanged pleasantries and he asked me if I came downstairs to check out LAKE TROUT ... I had totally forgotten that they were playing as well this night (and from the rave reviews I had heard - I knew I had to check em out).

Now I followed Jon and headed for the Lounge... I thought I came downstairs to escape the heat... boy was I wrong - I stepped right out of the frying pan and found myself smack dab in the proverbial fire...the thick air was like stepping out of an airplane in Caracas (Venezuela) - thank god I wore my survival shorts - long pants would have meant certain death.... tragedy was averted.

and this is a good thing b/c it enabled me to withstand the rainforest-like conditions to check out LAKE TROUT .... they are like live drum n'bass mixed w/Miles Davis (spacey horns and flutes and keyboards) with 2 guitarists and a bassist... this was the 1st time I got the chance to hear those real kick ass drum n' bass beats played by a live drummer - he was on - that is all I can say - he was on........

Well all I can say is... if you're not going to a Bisco show and Lake Trout is in the area.... GO SEE THEM!!

So after a nice 45 min or so of wandering the LAKE TROUT galaxy I figured that I better get upstairs unless I wanted to be sitting by the bar for the Biscuits - I don't think so...

My hallucinations and warm body rushes made the climb upstairs quite a challenge.....as I reached the peak of the mountain I saw a warm familiar site... Benjy (I liked the hair-do btw - the heat might have been a bit much for the hat) - finally I could feel the BISCO presence- and it felt good..... was Benjy going for the Princess Leia look? :)

Through much deliberation and craziness I found it in my powers to get a patch and set up my dat..there is no feeling quite as nice as taping BISCO at the wetlands _the main tapers who run the rigs are always very generous w/ patches and are willing to run all the decks... makes life very easy for many of us -BIG THANKS to the pit bosses - they kept the taping as organized as possible.

So now it was time for the Mayhem to ensue...... the boys walked on stage and started into this jam kinda thang into MINDLESS DRIBBLE (how does one spell ISH KA BIBBLE?) at this point I knew that were in store for a particularly crazy night.... the floor was absolutely packed solid w/ people - so many that it made it almost impossible to dance...almost impossible...but I fought through it trying to freak out in as little space as possible - not an easy feat - controlled freaking is kind of an oxymoron is it not? well I myself have been referred to as an oxymoron - so who am I to judge?

I was so psyched during the mindless dribble that I just didn't care anymore..... my dancing radius increased... as did the tensions of a few non-biscuits behind me...the freaking continued and so did a steady forearm into my back..... I needed more power to overcome the obstacles of BISCO bliss that confronted me..... in came the reserves... the quiet tease of VOICES INSANE peaked out of the jam and I knew that the force was with us (BISCO POWERS UNITE!!!) ...... 'will not make a madman of me!!' >>> well I think it did...sweat poured off of me as though I literally was standing under a boiling waterfall...but it was no match for my adrenaline ...and I pushed onward w/ my journey...head spinning ..eyes closed fists clenched...teeth ...gone....

Above the Waves >> Pygmie Twylight >> Above the Waves...... I NEED NOT SAY ANYMORE......sick, sick, sick.

well after that little medley the place was dripping.... Saga and Brownie toweled themselves off....Jon let out a gasp that was kind of a 'holy shit was that crazy/holy shit I am soaking........ WET!!!! the place exploded ....just when we thought we couldn't take anymore - they decided to blow the roof off!!! - I am absolutely falling in love w/ this song by the way....

as WET ended ... I saw Oteil make his way to the stage...6 string bass and all..... I may have been fucked up but... he just looked kinda out of place..... Learning from the Recher that not just anyone can fit into the fast songs.. the biscuits took it down a notch to human levels and played NEWS FROM NOWHERE.... Oteil bassed and scatted a little - all in all it was a nice version of the song - went smoother than the Recher....

So finally setbreak came (thank god!! - I think I would have needed an ambulance if they tried to play one long set).... now correct me if I'm wrong but... then Benjy took over DJ'ing - after an hour and a half of craziness ..my head is spinning and the walls are waving - I am transported to the land of the smurfs...LA LA LALA LA ...LA LA LALA LA..... after that I'm not sure what happened - I changed tapes and sat on the floor checking the earth for proper rotation...then Benjy played the TALKING HEADS 'born under punches' - so funky - so perfect - I was getting juiced up for set 2...... the boys took the stage as born under punches finished out....

NOW LIVE FROM NEW YORK........ ITS SATURDAY NIGHT!!!! Brownie smiles and Benjy begins an intro to end all intros... announces the band.....Brownie...The Professor...Spaga...need a haircut? well becuz on guitar (AMONGST OTHER THINGS) Jon.. THE BARBER.. Gutwillig!!!....it was full of energy - and tons of clipping - can you say 'watch your levels?' but anyway... THE crowd was pumped - and now so too was the band!!

The crowd had thinned out - the guy that was forearm checking me left with his girlfriend saying that he doesn't know why people think these guys are so popular....the people that like em are nothing but a bunch of freaks - that's a quote. I would like to take time to thank that guy and the rest that didn't like BISCO for leaving b/c it opened up the dancing room and the vibe became ALL STAR ... maybe even a little loony :) Plan B was just soooo good. must be something w/ the wetlands and PlanB that go together like coca cola and pop rocks - *explosive* by the way - - - would one say that qualified as some type of pseudo-ambient-vocal jam? ....run for your life and then finally a moment that I was personally waiting for .. SPAGA ...needed to hear it bad - and it was awesome ...fire breathes the dragon!! Jon says they are just 'getting their feet under that one' - look out if their feet get anymore under it - that's all I gots to say!! Bernstein and Chasnoff --- smiles abound... spirits high.... brain happy. Upon completion of that.. the guys converse a little and Jon tells us that they want to play a little medley they have been working on and have been saving for NYC!!

Little Shimmy (for tha ladies in tha house) >> M.E.M.P.H.I.S (oh my) >>Little Lai (bert to me)

This was really really good. a must hear to those that need to know - and I think you know that you need to know if you didn't know already.....

So the guys walked off the stage at about 10 or 5 or so to 4am..... what in the world would they encore with? ......cries of a 3rd set rang out..... some laughed it off... but w/ the carte blanche the wetlands has been granting the band - I felt it wasn't entirely out of the realm of likeliness....

The band came back on and Brownie started talking as Jon and the others worked a few things out... Brownie gave his props to LARRY JOHNSON (a 4 point play to win the game?!!)...... they talked a little about days past when the Knicks and the rangers were in the playoffs... KNICKS-RANGERS , KNICKS-RANGERS, KNICKS-RANGERS boo the rangers? ....silly :) about this encore all I can say is that it was more of a 3rd set than an encore considering that from the time they came back on stage to the time they left was like 57 min!

My fingers are too tired..... memories too great.... could we get some lithium on stage for the bass player please?!!

Its a bisco nation!