Well I've said it before about the various members of Phish on various nights, but now I have to write it down, because it needs to be noted in text forever. This night in Hartford History, was the night that Page displayed all the symptoms of having been bitten by a radioactive piano. It is apparent for the entire night, but true hallucinogenic frenzy is utterly clear in the flawless handoffs from Trey's guitar to Page's keys and back during the Slave closer. I haven't laughed out choking tears so hard in my life as I did swaying on the stairs of Section 202 it Hartford XL Center on this night, and It rips my heart tonight again on Tuesday evening as I listen to the HoodStream of the show through tiny computer speakers as I write this review with my surviving elevated consciousness.