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Review by My_Powerful_Mind
I was nearly 18, my sister was a senior at nearby University of Delaware and my cousin a freshmen at Penn. I had been listening to some studio stuff via my cousin but man I was green.
My main memory of the scene was pre-show outside by the fountains or something. A high-school friend of my sisters who had made the full on wook transformation was french-kissing her dog. That left a mark for sure.
As far as the show goes, it's hard to remember what it was like at the time. The only crystallized moment I have, which is so clear to me today, was the Little Drummer Boy jam in Weekapaug. The familiar sound of a Holiday song amidst the insanity of that jam was an anchor for me. I could feel the collective swell of recognition was the whole crowd caught on.
Looking (and listening) back, the Simple in the first set has one of my favorite super short type I jams. And that Mike's Groove! What an introduction to the band.