One of the more interesting (possibly?) Fish-driven jams.

If interested in following a different sort of percussion rinse - a riveting (albeit subdued) amalgamation of our favorite drummer's different styles and sounds - you can do much worse. While his play belies the suggestion the improvisation is in any way aimless, what's more: A true sense, here, that Trey is creeping closer, if not to outright (lowercase) space, than certainly surrendering to the air - his tone at times incredibly surprising, masterfully matching his introspective ideas. Or: Rather different from the other versions.