Y'know, it occurs to me that the whole problem with the "jam nation" might be boiled down to a basic misunderstanding about the nature and history of "fusion." I mean, say what you will about McLaughlin, Corea, Shorter, et al., but they were all steeped in a Deep and Storied Tradition, and so when they went and "jammed it out," not only was it an at-the-time novel and, like, progressive thing to do, dude, but there was also some musical depth back in there. Somewhere. If you squinted. But these little jam bastards, they seem to take the God Damn Dead's "Space" as a starting point and never venture much further back. Okay, maybe I'm not being fair: They might not even know the Dead, let alone Weather Report or classic Miles-Herbie-Wayne-Ron-Tony. I mean that stuff was all a real long time ago. Hell, even Phish has been broken up for -- what, a full year? two, maybe? That's an eternity in hallucinogenic time. Oy. Okay, I'll shut up 66-plus minutes closer to a not-unwelcome death. But don't let me spoil your good time, brah.