August 4th, 2006. "It’s a raw and elemental kind of performance, perhaps informed by the knowledge that there are no more gigs to follow. I know it’s a good thing we’ve done here and that it’s going to look amazing on film, but on the night with the significance weighing heavy all around it is hard not to feel a little less than completely present. Maybe I want the sky to crack and lighting to strike and Slipneir’s foot to appear fleetingly through the tempestuous clouds. Anyway, I challenge anyone to have seen a better or more significant show anywhere in the world tonight.
And that’s that. Whisky is drunk (Peter tour manager calculates we have consumed 87 bottles of Chivas Regal on this two-week tour), bananas with chocolate and veggie sausages are barbequed on a little candle-lit square out the back, where in the dim past locals used to host summer concerts before going to midnight horse rides round the canyon lip, but there is no apocalyptic end of tour blow-out. Everyone perhaps wants to be alone with their reflections on this ambitious and ridiculous thing we’ve just completed against the odds." - John Best