I adore this second set, forcing this show into the top 10 of my "regret having missed" category. Life sometimes intervenes with our ability to catch shows. In my drifting and dreaming moments of tuning out, I waft on clouds of could-have-beens from time to time. This ranks up there with a couple of the Japan shows in '00 and Europe '97. The jamming is so patient and exploratory that the 1.7 hour second set slips by like a breeze. It is eloquent. Having frequented the Meadows, too, makes for other special memories linked to the place. As if the Ghost isn't enough, I love the push-pull spacey elements of the Jim, the Roggae reverie, and the 2001>YEM throw down. Sigh, no, we can't catch 'em all. Thank goodness for the devoted tapers among us. (I'm in agreement that fall '99 is an underrated peak!)