Official LivePhish Release

Trey Anastasio
05/31/2003
The Warfield
San Francisco, CA

Source: LivePhish.com (DSBD) Original Files came as SHN files, with MD5's.

http://www.livephish.com/show.asp?show=300

This info file was created for the purpose of archiving.  These files are not meant for trading!!!

Notes on this source:  None, all files ran through SHNtool and checked fine.


Disc 1
Set 1
1. Mozambique (9:16)
2. Simple Twist Up Dave (12:49)
3. Last Tube* (16:31)
4. The Way I Feel* (18:35)
5. Cincinnati (8:08)
6. Black Dog (6:11)
Total time: 71:34


Disc 2
Set 2
1. Mr. Completely*> (28:44)
2. John The Revelator*#> (13:50)
3. Night Speaks to a Woman*> (16:59)
4. Caravan*# (7:28)
Encore
5. Root Down# (4:00)
Total time: 71:05

Notes:
#-1st played
*-with Carlos Santana on guitar


LP notes -
- Carlos Santana joined the band for Last Tube and The Way I Feel and returned for the entire second set
- first John The Revelator (traditional)
- first Root Down (from the Beastie Boys Ill Communication)


____Courtesy of TreyAnastasio.com_______
5/31/03 Warfield Theater, San Francisco, CA SETLIST
by Kevin Shapiro
Burlington, VT June 2 01:35


Set I
Mozambique
Simple Twist Up Dave
Last Tube*
The Way I Feel*
Cincinnati
Black Dog

Set II
Mr. Completely* >
John The Revelator#* > (traditional)
Night Speaks to a Woman* >
Caravan#* (Duke Ellington cover)
E: Root Down# (Beastie Boys cover)

#1st played
*with Carlos Santana on guitar

+++++++

San Francisco
by Ray Paczkowski
Denver, CO June 2 13:30

The Warfield, The House of Jerry Garcia. A lot of great music has happened in this place. Funny how history has a way of soaking into the bones of a building. Leaves a patina of...suggestion, maybe. Only the people who were here then, in the heyday of musical and cultural experimentation, the fifties, sixties, could really describe it, but the theatre itself reeks of the past. It sits on the edge of two worlds, really, downtown and the Tenderloin district. Not a Starbucks in sight. Someone with a yen for it can certainly find something a little stronger than coffee here. A cash economy.

The street people of San Francisco live a life in common with millions of other marginalized individuals throughout the cities of the United States, but there is a unique ettiquette about them, I don?t know if it?s a west coast culture thing or just, what. A kind of humor you don?t find in, say, New York. At least from a visitor?s vantage point, which is a questionable perspective to be sure. New York seems to foster the attitude of everything up front, here it is, you don?t like it, well, go to hell. And loud. So many people packed in such a small place, you have to put it out there in a big way, first, or you don?t get heard. Or seen. San Francisco takes a different tack. Relax. There?s time, all right. Maybe it?s the weather. Paul Languedoc was standing outside the Warfield and this guy comes up, sings ?there?s no business like show business,? does a tap dance routine, tells a joke Paul doesn?t get, sings the song again, and walks off down the street into the Tenderloin. Art imitating life, or vice versa.

We had the great pleasure of making music with Carlos Santana last night. Even before he picked up his guitar and walked on stage, just talking with him inspired the band to put it all out there. Along the lines of making a joyful noise, he spoke about the twisted times we are living in, how so much fear mongering only makes the work of musicians that much more valuable, that much more necessary. People, he said, only crave a joyful, positive thing more now. And we can create this through sound vibration. He said the danger is becoming complacent, falling back on what we know, giving up any chance of change, redemption; Accepting things how they are today, being the victim--?I ain?t nobody?s victim.? Amen. And then it?s upstairs to the pulpit, preaching the gospel of...vibration. On his face is the smile of a man who knows his calling beyond a shadow of a doubt, and you will be convinced he speaks the truth.

A Harley pulls up in front of the stage door, straight pipes roar, and he?s gone. Deafening, and in the aftermath a parking lot of cars are left howling their alarms. Beautiful.