Ahhhhhhh Frost Ampitheater. One the campus of the Farm, looking West towards the rugged redwood Santa Cruz Mountains (and towards the direction of Ken Kesey's La Honda Creek Pad), this intimate grassy tree lined bowl was the perfect setting to see The Boys. Sunny Springtime shirtless gyrations amidst Heavenly Jerry Tingles, this show exudes 80s tingle dancing surfer smiles while getting totally tubed by six Sublime Musical Artisans laying down the Golden Carpet.

My Brother Esau could be one their greatest vintages of that label ...ever. So clean, moist and tight, with the special jerry orgasm solo, almost wanting more jizz, but he finishes quick.

Ramble On Rose with it's vocal crescendo shivers, and a spiral powder line during Scarlet inspires Tom Curren'esque power and flow sprays against an indigo sky.

Oh, and watch out for those laughing gas groves in the Eucalyptus forest outside the annual Mellow Head Frost BBQ; you might end up stepping into another tab of Owsley Bear Vision Quest (Psssssssssssss...)

Good quality

I wish I could say I was there- well actually I could say anything haha- But seriously
The first time I heard this tape or some tape of this, we were RIPPED to the gills on New Coke. Say no more
DANCIN!