The second set is the best of Y2K to my ears, which isn't exactly a colossal achievement, but it's also the most delicate, ethereal, *patient* hour-plus of live Phish. Ever. The jam out of Walk Away sounds like a lonely wounded version of the 'Quadrophonic Topplings' jam at Big Cypress, the segue *into* Walk Away seems to stretch out forever, and the 18-minute take on Twist is pure crystalline sweetness. Beneath the washes of ambient sound a storm builds, and the electricity dissipates in an understated but intense 2001. Even GBOTT is infused with energy - and yet the whole set never seems to rise above a whisper. The show plays like a delicate small-venue coda to Big Cypress, albeit with none of that show's anarchic swamplands energy. Get this one.