Up at the top of the Coliseum in Phil Zone there was a big open place to dance and railing to look down on the whole show and the boys. By second set is was super hot up there and as we rolled into Drumz we were all feeling the exertions of a china-rider jam and allot of shared kindness going around. I went down during drums and space and wondered if I would come back up. And then -there were those first few notes- and slowly, slowly, Jerry unwound us all and got us back on our feet. Wheel! Attics! sweetness.