My wife's at work this morning and I've got the morning off. I'm taking this opportunity to enjoy the gloriousness contained on this DVD. What a great performance from an awesome band! Great close ups of the Goldtop with Bigsby, the black tele, the double cut, the Vox, the JCM800, etc. it's like they are right there in the living room with you! Early Son Volt, Uncle Tupelo, Two Cow Garage, Bottle Rockets, etc; this is the soundtrack of my youth. I've always been more punk rock, but I grew up way out in the country with cowboys. This is what came out of that. My wife is a late 90s/2000s indie rocker from Chicago. We share some musical interests... but she absolutely hates Son Volt. She says Jay's voice makes her physically ill. She also says that every single one of "those" bands has a singer that sounds like the creepiest old man ever. She tolerated it for years, but I don't listen to it around her anymore because I know it's like fingernails on a chalkboard to her. I hate that, we share so much I just hate that we can't connect on music that I enjoy so much. She offered last week to buy us Wilco tickets. That's her trying hard. She'll tolerate Tweedy, it'll be tough but she'll get through. She'd never make it through a Son Volt show, and at this point she'd never try.