Fred Glickstein could splinter the shit out of Jerry’s violin as they continually venture deeper and deeper into the abyss avant-garde jazz. Imaginative compositions such as the five-minute “Lighthouse” from the Dinosaur Swamp offerings, although complex maintains a forceful rock overflow never losing sight of the afflicting brass fusion. Rick Canoff (like Heckstall-Smith) waddles his saxophone through the rhythms of Jerry’s winding sabra, changing tempo without warning. It is this style of fusion that Jerry embraced more aggressively in his next association the Mahavishnu Orchestra. The Flock was diverse, often trickling into an acoustic stream of majestic harmony with the continual translucent Goodman violin, ambiently shrouding the rhythms. Described as an embryo that continuously wields its energy at various given points the Flock could be devastatingly lavish and overindulgent, yet quieten from the storm to a gentle breeze. Improvised jamming spiralled out of “Afrika” and “Atlantians Trucking Home” until Jerry continued to spin with Dixie Dreggs.