As the sky faded to grey, the boys pulled out a Divided Sky opener for their historic return to Red Rocks. I fell in love with Ocelot that night, which ended in a bluesy jam. Poor Heart got me doing the twist and Moma Dance was fun, if not slightly generic. But the Stash jam dissolved into pure weirdness.

Second set started with Trey introducing Mike to a slightly less-then riveted audience just snapping back to life after a short setbreak. Suddenly, Mike walked back off-stage so that Trey could re-introduce him, who said something like, "You gotta love a guy who says he wants a second introduction." Hilarious! Mike then ripped into the bassline of Mike's Song, which led into a slightly weak Weekapaug. But Ghost brought the spookiness. Billy Breathes was beautiful – my first in over 5 years! Definitely ‘goosebumps’ for me. David Bowie didn't get that high, energy-wise, but I got the same feeling from the Hampton Bowie, too.

Overall, it felt like they were conserving their energy for three more nights at Red Rocks. But the boys got more relaxed with each show and by night four, I was officially blown away.