It would be a 5 star show if there were more breasts involved, male or female, quick rule of thumb: "the more intense the mammaries the more intense the memories". Not to say this show wasn't tits.

ya Bowie could of been more Bowie but it was Bowie enough in 94, uncle pen really brought it up with blue grass-y phish leading into halfway to the moon which is becoming an incredible song with each play, let's go gives a glimpse of potential fire from 2020 and then waiting all night rounds out that first set filled with the less "classic" of jams holding the weight in a real way.

Who did not lose it when Mr. Anastasio said "maybe one more" and they broke into the squirming coil, great set closer. Most certainly the place was filled with smiles.

Sand carini chalkdust, sure crowd pleasers; my pants got tight when they went caspian bug shine a light, what a trio of tunes to bring up round up the good vibes to be celebrated the next two nights, immediately celebrated with my sweet one and sleeping monkey, songs of triumph and Joy, 2001 would of been the cherry had they not played FIRE which makes 2001- nuts.

This was a great show, listening again and again it is the feeling conveyed by the crowd in response to the sounds that truly resonates, creating that "feeling", which is not easily defined, makes this show yet another gem. Thanks Phish and company, awesome stuff. The end.