By the ratings (4.602 when this review was written) this is a beloved show, but one less talked about. Even though our brains may go from Denver>Hampton, this midwest stop over clearly won't disappoint once you have heard it. Now I digress: So difficult to determine for oneself (let alone a vast fan base) is the age-old hyperbolic verbal triad-- "Best Show Ever". What is much easier to figure out, and can maybe shed some light on that esoteric truth is the title "Most Listened To Show Ever". For reasons I cannot explain, 11-19-97 is my most listened to show of fall 97. Of course having it in my car at a time when cassettes and roadtrips were serial monogamists and prone to long exclusive relationships didn't hurt, and can certainly help shed some light on why so much of this maxwell tape was laid and relaid upon my dome. But still, even when the age of digitalization arrived, and AUD availability increased at an exponential rate, particularly to those that didnt really give a damn about computers in the 90's (guilty), this show still got love admist a sea of choices. The first set certainly doesn't go deep but they just nail it. I love this set, but it's the 2nd set that earns this show its stripes. If you are a lover of 11-17 tweezer (so that means you) this 2001 is the smokin hot sister of that jam. They look kinda similiar, but boy can they both dance. Wolfman's operates as a window to the past and the future: Trey stages a minor coup and removes the democratic restraint he had bestowed upon all lately by demanding supreme leadership of this one, even if he has to demolish the whole thing with one riff just to build it back up again. It has multi-sectional airs of 95, with a balls to the wall crosseyed tease (any time trey teases crosseyed in 97, listen to it, and I am definitely looking at you 11/28 YEM.) This brother has up and down jagged peaks that'll make you dizzy til you are finally delivered onto perhaps the highest height on the tour-- those of you that say the 2-28-03 Nassau Tweezer is your type of high-powered hose are going to want to take the rollercoaster up and down til we get to a very similar summit. Then we get a "Walk Away" type jam into a Makisupa that trips balls and sobers up like an officer on DMT who suddenly sees the light and goes off to join a reggae band. Taste is masterfully pulled off, and if you have been listening to the entire show up to this point you are going to hear nuances in it that you might miss if you just throw it on. But isnt that how it always is? Possum brings us back down from the mountain, just to stumble upon the open doors of the mothership two short days later..