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Rather modest at first, not to say bland, as Ya Mar is always performed with spice. Page is delightful on the keys in his opening salutation. Fishman, tiptoeing around only the daintiest parts of his kit. When Trey takes his solo, he sprinkles notes the way a tropical cloud might sprinkle rain onto an island. Warm, soft, enveloping. He and Page create thicker drops as the rhythm section creates more condensation overhead from which to precipitate. The jam rains harder, a sprinkle turned into constant showers. Mike begins to thunder. lightly, but the storm dissipates into sunlight as Trey rides the scales up to fantastic Mike vocal scream. A proper conclusion to the song.
Reflection:
A delightful little tropical rain shower. In the box, but with loose joints and rounded corners, allowing just enough air, light, and water in to create an musical environment. Page and Trey connect mid-jam for some pre-plinko grooves. A pleasant first set cloudburst.
Estimated pants removed (out of a possible 500):
401