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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Chicago On Fire: UIC Review, Night Three

   The last night of Summer Tour 2011 - still refusing to consider the LDW shows part of ST11 - closed the Chicago chapter of the Second Leg and it was the perfect ending to the best three-show run since Charlotte-Raleigh-Portsmouth, which may have been the best three-show run of ST11...possibly even 3.0. NYE MSG '11, Southern Run '11, and Chicago Run '11 are the obvious candidates. Someone told me it was Freshman "move-in" day at UIC...can you imagine? Only two things come out of that situation: Either the student thinks "fuck, this is my college!" or "holy shit, this is my college!", "fuck" being the negative adjective, "holy shit" being the positive adjective. Regardless, they will both end up being wrong, but it's still hilarious to think about it. And if you're a pothead freshman, it might have been the greatest freshman move-in day in college history.
   The most humid of all the days, Wednesday didn't seem like it was going to be any cooler...and it definitely wasn't, although we finally found an AC vent and posted up. Tickets were hard to come by, although we all ended up inside, which made for some hilarious entertainment watching 300 lb. security guards tackle - and in some cases beat down - 125 lb. hippies. The same went for the floor...still can't figure out why so many people cram the rail during indoor shows. In a place like UIC there's about a 10% max on shitty seats, i.e., there aren't many bad seats in the house as far as sound is concerned (although we managed to find the worst sounding- but most roomy and vented). To sum up the show before I even review it I'd say it had ridiculous potential, but then, like so many other times during similar type shows, it took a serious nose dive towards the confused/crammed/custied/choppy/request party/weirdness that has plagued these Second Set Galaxy Tours. You'll see what I mean, but either way it was a rockin' ending to one of the better three-show runs of the year.

Set I: Colonel Forbin's (6:10) > Famous Mockingbird (6:49), Gumbo (4:42) > Possum (9:29), Weigh (5:06) > Divided Sky (17:05), Alaska (8:33), Bathtub Gin (12:27), Maze (10:01), Cavern (4:31) > First Tube (8:31)

   Colonel Forbin's > Mockingbird, only the fifth of 3.0, opened a show for the first time since 11/3/89 at the Tree Cafe in Portland, ME. I say Forbin's > Mockingbird because Mockingbird has followed Forbin's all but twice...just a little FYI. Other then the fact we were section 208 near the top - that 10% sound I talked about - it was magical. But it was terribly unfortunate how bad it sounded up there (at first). The always bomb Gumbo followed, which went > 2011 Joke Of The Year Possum (although this one was sick). One of Gordo's finest in Weigh was next and went > the always amazing Divided Sky, which included the sweatiest Silent Jam in recent memory. The band stalled so long after DS that we all thought they were either busting out or playing a new tune...no dice. Alaska. A ridiculous Gin followed, before another long strange pause...was this the bust-out/newb? Nope, it was a fucking bonkers Maze that had me in my best scan dance of 3.0. Cavern followed, which seemed to be the Set One ender, but Mike's bass line was so deep and groovy that it got Trey off and thinking of one of his personal jams. So Trey asked Mike to keep the groove going and blasted into First Tube, which was out of time on several occasions (because of Trey). I actually love those situations. Someone - usually Trey -  hears something and requests that sound go to new places, even if that new place is a well-known tune. It's still great to see that chemistry and communication in action. Set One had it all and was one of the best First Sets in a long time.

Set II: Crosseyed and Painless (11:30) > No Quarter (9:26) > Timber (Jerry) (4:49) > Tweezer (8:32) > Caspian (3:36) > Piper (8:41) > Ghost (3:48) > Makisupa (5:43) > Sleep (2:01) > Buffalo Bill (2:17), Golgi Apparatus (4:34) > Character Zero (5:35) > Antelope (9:55)

E: Funky Bitch (5:33), Show of Life (5:08) > TweepriZe (3:50)

  I wish I had come up with inter-post titles, like a title for every paragraph. If so, this section would read - Set Two: It Should Have Stopped In Buffalo. Let me explain. The ST11 Second Set Galaxy Tour continued with another bomb C&P opener. It was the seventh such opener of ST11 and the eighth of 2011...and I love it. It also invaded almost every song in the Second Set. By the time the set was over we were still waiting. C&P > the third unbelievable No Quarter of the summer > the Timber we've been waiting on for weeks despite numerous teases > the inescapable Tweezer > a shoot-me-in-the-face Caspian > a sick Type-II-ish Piper > the shortest forced Ghost in history > a Makisupa out of nowhere that included many hilarious pot-induced puns on famous musician's names > the first Sleep in 105 shows (8/7/09 Gorge) and only the third of 3.0 (fourth since 1.0) > an oddly-placed but awesome Buffalo Bill. Then the set fell to shit. It was as if Phish was ending all together and Trey freaked over the fact that some audience cusites weren't getting the Greatest Hits they so desperately came to one show a year to see and would never have the chance to see again. A typical, boring, old, unflattering, hindsightingly predictable, rip-my-heart-out-and-stomp-on-it-like-a-spent-cigarette Golgi > Zero > Antelope ended the Second Set. How terrible. Three overplayed, unnecessary, set ending songs all crammed together to end an otherwise unbelievable show. How gross. Those would be three of the Top 5 "Please Don't End This Epic Show With Any Of These Horrible Boner Beating Songs". Price Caspian had already shit in my ears, so Suzy Greenberg was the only other one left. Now I feared the encore. But the encored kept par with the UIC theme and Phish ended with Funky Bitch, Show Of Life, and TweepriZe. So a three-show run that had "I can die now and be completely satisfied" written all over it turned into a "I have to go to Denver now because three of the last six songs I heard cannot be Golgi, Zero, and Antelope". And don't even give me the "don't go to every show" bullshit. It's what we do. See you in Denver...err, Commerce City.

- Trigger Treinta Uno

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Thanks to Phish.net & LivePhish for set list help. Thanks to Phish for providing the music and to all the phans for providing the atmosphere. Another successful Summer Tour in the books! See you next Summer Tour for the 2012 End Of The World Tour.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Chicago On Fire: UIC Review, Night Two

   We all knew it would be hard to top Monday night's show, but that didn't mean the boys wouldn't try. Everything leading up to the show - weather, the lot, the authorities - was no different. Actually that's not completely true. We did see Harley Davidson clad under-covers (bad news) busting nitrous dealers (good news). And they moved the fucking port-o-potties against the the rail - the only place to sit around Shakedown. It didn't seem to deter dozens of people from hanging there, but I'm straight. So to avoid cigarette-pack-searching teenage security guards we headed in much earlier then usual, with about an hour to go before showtime. We had great seats, but that was an illusion because they were on the aisle and it became a serious shit-show quickly. I was forced into the aisle within seconds and then subsequently surrounded by myriad tools that seem to love being squished against strangers sweating rather than search for space to dance. I hate these people. Act like you've been to a show before, you don't need to be close to the band. They don't care about you and Trey is not looking at you. Get over it. As usual, just when anxiety and frustration was building to the point where I was about to tell these aisle crammers to get lost before they got bundled the lights went out.

Set I: Dinner and a Movie (4:49), Ha Ha Ha (1:37) > Chalkdust Torture (10:00), Mexican Cousin (4:24), Walls of the Cave (10:56), Runaway Jim (7:48) > Foam (8:38), I Didn't Know (4:03), Ocelot (9:58), Ginseng Sullivan (2:49), The Wedge (6:35), LxL (9:45), Let It Loose (6:05)

   We went out to Dinner And A Movie for only the fifth time since 2.0 before the Ha Ha Ha orange sign kids got their request (only the fourth Ha Ha Ha since 2.0). Decent start to the show. Chalkdust came out of Ha Ha Ha and took the wind out of my sail for a minute before the jam began to pull me back in. The boys then blasted into Mexican Cousin, one of my favorite hardly played tunes. The solo wasn't quite as sick as the one I remember from Charlotte ST10 (YouTube it, I'm the guy in the blue hat in front of the dude filming). Walls Of The Cave blasted off - what a sick tune - before Phish went into the archives for an old-school Runaway Jim > Foam, I Didn't Know. Ocelot - which now seems to me more band breather than jam launch pad - followed and then Ginseng Sullivan. The Wedge pulled me right back into the groove before I got my 35th LxL, which according to ZZYZX should be a statistical improbability. An absolutely SICK Let It Loose ended the set.

Set II: DWD (21:27) > Twist (8:28) > BDTNL (7:39) > Theme (7:13) > Golden Age (8:31) > A Day in the Life (4:54) > YEM (22:52)

E: Heavy Things (5:05) > Slave (9:40) > Rocky Top (3:04)

   Second Set lifted the fuck off. Another complete Second Set segue full of the deepest, darkest launch pads. A MONSTER DWD ran nearly 22 minutes before blasting > an UNDENIABLY MIND-BENDING Twist > a rockin' BDTNL > a MURKY Theme (although some of the vocals - one of the best parts of the song - were pretty butchered) > 2011 Song Of The Year Golden Age > A Day In The Life > a RIDICULOUS YEM, vocal space jam included. The Second Sets continue to blow minds. DWD raged mental war with me...Twist was so deep it hurt...Trey ripped Theme like it was 1997...Golden Age continues to send people to the Moon...and YEM went old school like flat top fades and even Walked This Way for a second or two...fucking amazing. The lengthy encores continued as Phish blasted off a Heavy Things > Slave > Rocky Top to end the show. Another gem. It was no Night One, but it rocked just the same. We have a 15-hour drive home tomorrow, so we're expecting something to be talking about the entire way there. See you inside.

- Trigger Treinta Uno

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Thanks to Phish.net & LivePhish for set list help.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Chicago On Fire: UIC Review, Night One

   Phish absolutely destroyed the UIC Pavilion last night. Absolutely destroyed it. From the first note of Back On The Train to the last sweaty, fucking exhausted note of Hood at the end of the EPIC five-song encore Phish blasted every note, shook every seat, drained every ounce of water from every single pore in the place, exhausted vending supplies, and ripped the heart out of every single person in the building. The encore was so epic I thought we were being held hostage...ahh, in a good way. Bad analogy. You get the point. It was bananas. This show will be talked about in 10 years. As in, "Were you at that UIC show in 2011? You know, the indoor show in 90 degree Chicago in the middle of August?" Yeah, we were there. And we're lucky we made it out to tell the tale. Last night was on a different level. There's been a lot of talk about "types" lately in reference to jamming, etc. So much so that 2011 MVP Cacto "Soft G" Gordon (by the way, where the fuck are the Micheal Gordon shirts in Chicago?!?!?!) has dialed in his opinion. So if Type-II is "you can't really recognize the song anymore because the jam is getting so deep" then I'll categorize Chicago 1 as Type-What The Fuck? And that was the entire Second Set. OK, I'm getting  ahead of myself.
   Chicago is awesome. It's like New York with way less people and no attitude. Beautiful buildings, great food, great bars, even sicky hotels. The cab rides are relatively cheap and the walks are relatively short. The rivers at least look clean and the people seem genuinely friendly. Locals, am I getting this right? The lot was poppin', kind of. Most of the normal lot kids were selling their great food, and the cops and security seemed pretty cool. Security getting into the building was a fucking joke, but that could have just been our toolish 19-year-old security guy. He was emptying out people's cigarette packs...literally...one by one. Once we got into the show the energy was building by the second. People packed into the smallish venue, which seemed oversold. It was fucking sweaty. It was like being in a cave, except the cave was 90 degrees. If the show wasn't one of the sickest shows I've ever seen, it would have been unbearable. But it was bearable...how could it not be:

Set I: Back on the Train (8:16), Rift (5:55) > Guelah Papyrus (6:37), Scent of a Mule (7:22), Jesus Just Left Chicago (8:06), Wolfman's Brother (13:24), Anything But Me (5:40), Babylon Baby (6:50), Reba (12:15), Alumni Blues (3:42) > Letter to Jimmy Page (0:56) > Alumni Blues (3:42)

   It was on from the first note of BOTT. Thick, groovy, sick. Rift followed and > an INSANE Guelah Papyrus. A standard Scent followed before a most appropriate Jesus Just Left Chicago. The Wolfman's of late continue to rage. The first Anything But Me since SPAC '09 followed before the debut of Gordon's Babylon Baby. SICK. A pretty standard but still sick Reba followed before some college venue inspired Alumni Blues > Letters To Jimmy Page > Alumni Blues blew the roof off the place. I wish, it would have been a lot cooler inside. The First Set was unreal and it was just the beginning. And I can't stress that enough.

Set II: Sand (12:36) > Light (10:25) > Dirt (4:24), Waves (12:09) > Undermind (13:06) > Steam (8:10) > Fire (8:05)

   It got murky right off the bat in the Second Set with Sand, which blasted > another insane Light before the boys slowed it down and > Dirt, a mesmerizing version. Waves lifted off before slowing to a near stop after a crazy jam, just to blast right back into an even SICKER jam. AHHHHHH!!!! Waves and Sick Jam went right > the best Undermind any of us have heard in A LONG TIME. All of this craziness went directly > STEAM AND IT WAS FUCKING STEAMY AS FUCK! HOLY SHIT THIS SHIT WAS EPIC!! The hot Steam turned > Fire, which about summed it all up. Absolute FIRE.

E: Camel Walk (5:02), Guyute (10:10), The Horse (1:18) > Silent (5:22), Hood (14:57)

   Can you see this encore? I'm leaving it at that. We're headed to the UIC right now and I'm not sure if I can even say more about this show. Download it...listen to it...melt. End of story.

- Trigger Treinta Uno

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Thanks to Phish.net & LivePhish for the set list help.

I Was Not Inside: Outside Lands, San Francisco Review

   I was not at the Outside Lands Festival in San Francisco at the beautiful Golden Gate Park. Several phriends went, although none of them answered the call to review the show for the blog. Then again, I didn't try too hard in asking; I was too fixed on Chicago (and as you'll see, for good reason). If you feel like reviewing this, let me know. Send me some text in an email and I'll post it up, credits and all. But in the meantime, I'm just going to give it to you straight:

Set I: KDF (7:51) > Wilson (4:25), Funky Bitch (6:54) > Moma Dance (6:59) > Peaches en Regalia (3:13) > Sample (4:34) > Possum (7:59), Tweezer (11:14), Mound (7:05), Suzy (5:56) > Axilla (3:22) > Mike's (6:22) > Hydrogen (2:46) > Weekapaug (6:59)

Set II: R&R (8:59) > Steam (8:23) > Piper (7:10) > Roses (5:35), Julius (9:12), Life on Mars? (3:32), Birds of a Feather (5:11) > Fluffhead (14:13) > BDTNL (8:26) > 2001 (4:15) > Chalkdust Torture (7:35)

E: Cavern (4:15) > TweepriZe (3:43)

I smell a Live Greatest Hits album due 2013...I swear I'm not hating.

- Trigger Treinta Uno

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Thanks to Phish.net and LivePhish for basically letting me copy and re-post the set lists and song times. If there's any legal jargon associated with my previous statement, leave me alone.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Jackpot!: Tahoe Review

   So Tahoe might be the sickest place I've ever been to. Strictly speaking in Phish venue terms, I basically consider Tahoe a cleaner, much sicker Atlantic City combined with Telluride. It was the perfect setting for a Phish party. Lake Tahoe, mountains, warm (hot?) weather, dry air, cool (cold?) nights, casinos, intimate venue, plenty of tickets for those brave enough to go out without. It was awesome. Nothing like a Gorge-LA-Tahoe sandwich...city meat bound by natural bread. Oh yeah, and the scene was split between CA and NV, so if you wanted to gamble you walked to NV; if you wanted to puff tough you walked to CA. Paradise. So you can imagine the atmosphere as phans started rolling into this picturesque town to rage two nights before rounding out the West Coast run in San Francisco. By the way, don't get excited for a SF review...not even sure if I'm doing one. Anyway you slice it Tahoe rocked the house. The sound was great, there wasn't a bad seat in the place, and the vending/facilities were convenient. Seldom do I travel to a place that I truly contemplate moving to...Tahoe is one of the few.
   We rolled in late enough to Tahoe night one that we didn't have much time to do anything but trade in our paper tickets for "real" tickets. What the fuck? What is this nonsense? What is the point, can anyone tell me? Perhaps a desperate ploy to at least get you into the casino? Maybe once you're surrounded by the lights, beeps and other noises, and 23% ppO2 you're sucked in. I don't know, it didn't work for me. All the exchange did was annoy me. So we set up camp, collected our friends and brains, and headed out for the short walk to Harvey's. It was party time.

Tuesday, 8/9

Set I: Party Time (6:26), Oh Kee Pa (1:49) > AC/DC (6:08) > Mellow Mood (4:01), Rift (5:55), PYITE (8:53) > Meat (5:39), Bowie (10:55), Bouncin' (3:42), Horn (4:06), Water in the Sky (3:26) > 46 Days (9:43)

   Party Time opener. Obvious shit show. Oh Kee Pa, the first since Bethel (5/29/11) and only the second since ST10 was great and thankfully not followed by Suzy. Instead it > AC/DC before blasting into Mellow Mood, a shout out to the local atmosphere, despite the casino rising overhead. A sick version of Rift followed before the boys blasted  into a mid-set PYITE. BOMBISH. And that was just the beginning. PYITE > Meat, the first meat since Bloomfield (10/12/10) and only the third of 3.0. A great mid-set Bowie followed, then Bouncin', then Horn. Water In The Sky followed and went > a rockin' 46 days to round out Set One. Obviously Phish had an agenda in Tahoe.

Set II: Jibboo (8:56) > Light (16:57) > Chalkdust Torture (7:12) > Slave (9:34) > Free (7:02), Rocket Man (4:24) > Hood (10:26) > Walls of the Cave (13:37)

E: Bug (7:59), Coil (9:59)

   A groovy Jibboo opened Set Two and > a FUCKING RIDICULOUS 17-minute Light that had Timber and Tweezer teases > a Potterish Chalkdust > the always chest-thumping Slave > a rockin' Free. Nearly 45 minutes before the boys set it down, but for good reason. The boys were mentally preparing to award the several hundred - at least it seemed that way - of phans carrying paper rockets on a stick supplied by a few eager phans pushing for the Elton classic. Jackpot. Rocket Man. This blew 50 Ways To leave Your Lover right into the Pacific Ocean, but anytime Page sings a cover it blasts off. He really seems to take other musician's music seriously, especially if it's a piano-heavy tune. And Rocket man certainly is. One of the best (spontaneous?) covers they've played yet, although I don't think anything will compare to the first No Quarter we all heard. But let's not downplay anything here. Rocket Man > the always galaxy-traveling Hood > a SICK Walls Of The Cave to round out Set Two. This song fucking rocks. Walls needs to be put in rotation for the long hall immediately. Listen to the silent trees and accept it. A great 18-minute encore of Bug and Coil put the first Tahoe show in the books. Now we were off into the night...these things don't make blogs.

Wednesday, 8/10

Set I: Dogs Stole Things (5:05), STFTFP (4:46), Poor Heart (2:29), Alaska (9:34), Halley's (5:46) > It's Ice (7:03) > Circus (4:47), Ya Mar (6:56), Stash (11:33), Funky Bitch (6:50), Instant Karma! (4:15) > Antelope (10:37)

   Dog Stole Fucking Things. THANK YOU! FINALLY!! I really wanted to punch 73% of the crowd when Phish blasted into that tune and I could hear crickets at the lake shore. But that would be bringing my East Coast attitude to this Tahoe chill scene. Oh well, but if it happens again...so anyway, Dog Stole Things. The first since the Gorge in 2003 (7/12) and only the third since Fair Well Tour 2000 (thank science that wasn't really fair well). A short STFTFP followed, then Poor Heart for the country folk, then Alaska. Good ol' rock 'n' roll. The Tahoe ship lifted off directly after with a POPPIN' Halley's > a freezing cold It's Ice > a BOMB Circus Come To Town. Ya Mar followed, then a decent Stash, and Funky Bitch. Instant Karma! > Antelope to round out Set One.
  
Set II: DWDSalley (5:44) , Guyute (10:06), Velvet Sea (5:33), YEM (19:08)

E: Show of Life (5:20) > GTBT (5:45)

   Set Two blew minds. A weasely unfinished Disease opened and it was on. DWD > Runaway Jim > Ghost > Golden Age > 2001 > Sneakin' Salley. If it wasn't for the fact that the second half of that MONSTER segue was full of inappropriately short versions I might have claimed it was the best segue I'd ever heard. But I probably say that a lot. Either way, the shit was EPIC. People lose weight during shit like that. And it was still 50 minutes. Guyute followed this journey, then Wading In The Velvet Sea, then the first YEM since Charlotte to round out Set Two. Think about that for a second...that's a 10 show gap, the longest gap since the gap between Charlotte and Cincinnati, which was 8 shows. Trend? Hopefully not, because most of us were raised on YEM. It's a staple, like bread and water. The last 10 show gap was in Summer 2000 between Antioch, TN and Toronto. There have only been eight 10-show YEM gaps in Phishtory and by my count less than 20 eight-show YEM gaps. Those are pretty significant statistics for me, but I guess I'm not really sure why. At the very least it's worth note. Show Of Life and GTBT encored to end the show.
   Yo - Tahoe rocked the house from Sun up to Sun down. The music was fucking epic, we saw many old best friends, and lost no money at the casinos, and partied like it was 2011. We swam the beautiful lake, hopped the rocks at Zypher Cove, chilled on a snowless Heavenly, and decided we might move there. You know a place rips it up if you want top live there after. I guess that's all I can say. We set off for home (a horrible experience I don't feel like blogging about) and prepared for Chicago. We're expecting a fire.

- Trigger Treinta Uno

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Thanks to Phish.net & LivePhish for the set list help. Many thanks to Colonel Phortin for setting up the Blue Lake Inn and to Henry The Third's Tahoe boys for the hospitality. Also thanks to Adam Icculus' crew for setting us up upon arrival and for racing Chrysler Town & Countries with us. It was nice finally put faces to (cyberspace) names on this West Coast trip. One last thing - sorry to my few fans for flaking on the blog. Internet service was a luxury and we were traveling mightily...thanks for being patient. 

I FORGOT TO THANK DAVE & RENEE AND JOSH & WENDY, AMY AND THEIR CREW FOR THE HOSPITALITY. HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS A HUGE BRAIN FART...THEIR HOSPITALITY MAY HAVE BEEN BEST! THAT'S WHY THIS IS ALL CAPITALIZED!! IN RETROSPECT WE SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE HOUSE WITH YOU GUYS...WAIT, WHY AM I GETTING INTO PERSONAL THOUGHTS HERE. THANKS AGAIN...I HOPE YOU'RE PLANNING A SURPRISE VISIT TO DENVER NEXT WEEKEND! (FYI, edited 8/24/11)

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Where Palmtrees Sway And Seagulls Swirl: Hollywood Bowl Review

   After an epic ride home on I-90 towards Boston through the Cascades we boarded a plane in Seattle and headed to LA. (Note: Just got told I was actually traveling the opposite direction...I love Boston.) We felt like movie stars. Dirty movie stars. It was as if we had just left the X-Files shoot and were headed back home, to a place I would never actually live. But it was cool to drop down, rent a car, and head to the beach in time to watch the Sun set behind the Transverse Range and into the Pacific Ocean. We got a place on Redondo Beach and pretended to drive around site-seeing, when in reality SeriousLeigh was looking for celebrities while Trigger Treinta Uno searched for dispensaries. What a fucking town. There are more businesses aimed at making you look better than feeding you in this town. We met up with some friends, stocked up on supplies, and headed out to the local launder. My Fishman socks needed to be clean for the next show as I was down to one pair. After a failed attempt to live vicariously through The Dude by searching for a local In 'n' Out, we retreated to our room on the beach...the Pacific Coast HW actually...and waited for the rest of our crew - including local - to arrive.
   The next day we met up with everyone, got our sick discounted Marriot room (thanks, DannyVT), and set out to see the LA we intended on seeing. Success. LA does have it's good points. With the crew intact waxed out we set out to the famous Hollywood Bowl. What a sick venue. Cool seating and a sick shell. Let's just say CK5 was the MVP of this show, but I'm getting ahead of myself.


Set I: DWD (8:43) > Cavern (4:11) > Possum (8:36), Cities (6:11), Peaches en Regalia (3:31), KDF (8:08), Lawn Boy (3:20), Tube (4:08) > Back on the Train (8:00), Wilson (4:18) > Axilla (3:24) > Split Open and Melt (10:30), BDTNL (8:44)

   DWD opener was the first since Providence and > strangely placed, EARLY Cavern, which > Possum. *Sigh* An appropriate Cities followed before Phish's fourth Peaches of the summer. What??? KDF blew the shell into the ocean before the boys mellowed out to Lawn Boy. A standard Tube followed but > a sick Back On The Train. Wilson > Axilla followed and > into only the third Split of the summer. BDTNL closed Set One...again. I still love it.

Set II: Carini (7:34) > Crosseyed and Painless (12:29) > Twist (7:03) > Piper (8:40) > Mike's (7:04) > Joy (5:48) > Weekapaug (6:33), 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover (3:51) > HYHU (1:18) > Weekapaug (2:30), Character Zero (5:59), Quinn (6:11)

E: STFTFP (4:26) > Julius (7:37)

   Set Two opened with Carini and blasted > an EPIC - and seemingly nightly - Crosseyed. No Hollywood Jam appears on the set list, but it certainly should have. C&P > Twist > Piper > Mike's > Joy > Weekapaug. Twist was good...and so was Piper. It doesn't matter, the lights were fucking amazing. I wish my pics were better, but we all know how that goes. The lights were bouncing off the shell in every direction and streaming up and down the shell in deep, brilliant arrays. It was amazing. The segue  continued with Mike's > Joy > Weekapaug. Phish debuted 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover next, with Fishman on the mini drum kit at center stage. It was fucking amazing, and perfectly - actually, no it wasn't - played. 50 Ways > HYHU, which included a shorter version of the usual nonsense and back > Weekapaug. It was great and a defining moment for the Hollywood Bowl show. Character Zero followed before the boys closed the set with a rocking Quinn. A somewhat extended encore included STFTFP > Julius. So LA isn't the Gorge and the shows followed suite...but that doesn't mean LA didn't rock, because it did. Like a rock star. Then we went to Matt Damon's house and rocked out to the 7th Annual Masshole in LaLa Land party. That's not true. Want the truth? We were off to make the biggest little mistake of our lives.

- Trigger Treinta Uno

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Thanks to Phish.net & LivePhish for the set list help and Blue 83...Blue 83 Hutnik for the tour of LA.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Take The Highway To The Great Divide: Gorgeous Review

   OK, so the Gorge is the most ridiculous place on Earth to see a show. Say what you want about Red Rocks, you can't tell me it takes your breath away the way the Gorge does as you walk up over that hill for the first time. And the drive in is almost as sick. Mt. Rainier, which has to be one of the most prominent mountains in the country, seem like it floats above Seattle as you drive away. The Cascades, still covered with snow in the middle of August, are beautiful gray jagged peaks that seem to scrape the sky. Wide rivers flow everywhere. It's like you're in the middle of nowhere 1000s of miles away from civilization, yet you're 30 miles out one of the largest cities on the west coast. Un-fucking-real. Even the bridge to Mercer Island was amazing. So by the time we passed Wild Horse Monument outside of George, WA were couldn't imagine what to expect as far as a venue. It didn't disappoint. We pulled into Wildhorse Camping and met up with our West Coast Crew. After a warm welcome we roamed the grounds and shuttled over to Venue Camping, a festival-like shit show. The rest of our crew, Masshole transplants who obviously got the message before we did - don't worry we're coming soon - were raging already. We ran our errands, prepared for the show, and began looking for tickets. Once everyone but me had their tickets, I went off on my own determined to get a "cheap" ticket for the first time since 1.0. Usually I'm the one blasting these types. The "I've been to tons of shows so I deserve to take advantage of others who ended up with an extra ticket by forcing them to sell it to me for a fraction of the cost" types. I loath these people. Why do some feel they shouldn't have to pay full price for a Phish ticket? Really, I want to know. If you're reading this thinking "I do that", then why? Why should Bobby pay $60 plus another $20-30 because his girl couldn't make it? You guys want to know the kicker? Most of those kids you sell cheap tickets to are also ripping you off on party favors. Don't be fooled, most of those homeless looking kids have more money in their pocket than your parents have in their savings accounts. Consider that the next time you fuck yourself to "help" someone. To all of you taking advantage: Buy your own fucking ticket for $60. Everyone else does. These shows don't sell out. Go to the fucking box office. Oh yeah, back to why I got on this rant. Missing the first three songs of the first night because I was waiting in the worst box office ticket line ever. Thank you, chicks who think they can just go to the first loser in line that will be tricked by their batting eyes and tits. And then these douches fall for it, which makes the rest of us wait three times as long. You guys realize that other ticket is for her boyfriend, who doesn't feel like waiting in line, right? Just making sure. Am I bitter? You better fucking believe it. It's unbelievable how quickly our "community" breaks down when it gets close to show time. So when the wind was strong enough to carry the sound over to the box office, I got to hear snippets of KDF, Wedge (my opener call), and Gin. Thankfully my new buddy from OH and I made it in during the Gin jam...
   And were blown the fuck over by the breath-taking beauty of this place. The Sun was literally setting as we walked in to a sick Gin jam and we just stopped, hugged, sat down - in no rush to find our respective friends - and stared. Unbelievable. Oh yeah, the music...that was nearly as epic.


Friday, 8/5

Set I: KDF (8:04), The Wedge (8:23), Gin (11:43), Nellie Kane (2:48) > My Friend (5:54), Cavern (4:09) > Taste (9:06) > Roggae (11:17) > Walk Away (7:32), Funky Bitch (6:23), Roses Are Free (5:22) > Bowie (11:08)

   As I said, I missed the first three songs, but made it in for the Gin jam. So although I can't say anything about the tunes it had to be sick. KDF rocks, especially as a show opener, and the Wedge was perfectly placed. The Gin jam blasted off. Nellie Kane was perfect and > a great My Friend. A mid-set Cavern rocked the house before they went > into a breath-recapturing Taste and then > the sickest Roggae we've heard in a while > a BOMB Walk Away. Dude, seriously? Funky Bitch got the ladies going before the Phish launched into a Roses so sick I got teared up. Even though it's not Trey's solo, that first solo is just so...you know, right? It's just what it is - metaphysical. Such is Phish. It was that exact moment I finally saw the people I had traveled with and the party was on. Bowie...how would this one turn out? As sick as they come. The Gorge was here and we were about to be taken by aliens.

Set II: BDTNL (6:50) > R&R (19:54) > Meatstick (8:47) > Boogie On (8:42) > Farmhouse (5:32) > Show of Life (5:20) > Julius (8:20) > Character Zero (7:21)

E: Loving Cup (7:15)

   BDTNL opened Set Two, and although short and standard, was awesome. I love this tune. It has a jammy groove and has tons of potential...even though they do play it a lot. The next shit sent people to space. It was unreal. If I wrote set lists it would read as so: R 'n' R > Gorge Jam > Storage Jam > Meatstick What The Fuck* > Meatstick. I'd even go so far to call * Meatstick Reprise, but I don't want to stir the geeks. The music never stopped although the space ship brought us to distant galaxies with Page's theremin and back - and by the time we returned Phish was seguing into Boogie On SEEMLESSLY. I have to say the set did go down hill from our galaxy tour, but it's not as if it sucked. I think most of us were expecting a little more, because the end of Boogie seemed to be bringing us back to space, but Phish decided to back out with Farmhouse. Boogie > Farmhouse > Show Of Life > Julius > Zero rocked just the same. Highlights included my wife and her college friends (now in Portland and Santa Cruz) singing the lyrics to Show of Life in a circle hugging, the first Farmhouse of the summer, and a rocking Julius. I'm tired of Zero although I rock out to it every time they play it. The boys encored with a predictable Loving Cup and my first Gorge show was in the books. And what an epic fucking  chapter. There's a reason why every person I know who has asked if I went to the Gorge immediately says "Dude, that Rock 'n' Roll > Meatstick?" Get familiar.

Saturday, 8/6

   The Wildhorse Campground is one of the coolest places I've ever been to for an off-site camping situation. They had insanely good food; they had a great, fun, fast shuttle service; the staff was cool and left us alone; the showers were great; and they were cheap (same as general camping). It was great. And hot. After a sick breakfast burrito we hit the shade to recover from the night before. Everyone sat around talking about the Rock 'n' Roll > Meatstick. Insanity.What was next? Were they finally going to play YEM? What sick cover were we going to be treated to? What else did this epic place have in store for us? I made sure my ticket was in hand before I even left for general camping...and then saw that the box office had developed a new plan to make sure there was no back up and/or cutting. Fuckers.

Set I: Possum (8:08), Moma Dance (7:57) > Sample (5:10), LxL (7:22), Ocelot (9:27), Poor Heart (3:16), On Your Way Down (7:19), Wolfman's (9:18) > Maze (10:34) > Wilson (4:20) > Fluffhead (15:08)

   Possum opened the set and I had to laugh. An above average Moma Dance followed and > Sample. LxL followed, and then Ocelot. Very standard stuff. Lucky for us it was a back drop to the best venue scene in the country. Layers of weathered volcanic sediment stacked on top of each other representing millions of years, all visible only because they've been cut by the mighty Columbia River since before humans crossed into North America. Orders of magnitude more years. The place is amazing in itself, and the fact that we can see Phish there makes it almost unbelievable. It's a "pinch me" situation. I get it now. Poor Heart stirred the crowd before Phish launched into On Your Way Down, one of the beast versions I've ever heard. Beast was a typo, but I've decided to keep it. An impossibly funky Wolfman's > a long sick Maze > a standard Wilson > a standard Fluffhead. The Sun was setting. The music was about to crank to 11, Spinal Tap style. Text message. Colonel Phortin. It says "get to the pit now or you're a pussy". He was right. Epicness was in the air. We immediately made our way down to the Page-side pit. Good advice. Even better set:

Set II: Chalkdust Torture (7:16) > Tweezer (12:24) > Caspian (5:40) > Sand (12:33) > Tweezer (1:12) > Birds of a Feather (6:58), Waste (5:34) > Golden Age (7:34) > Reba (12:52), Antelope (12:22)

E: Suzy (6:35) > Sanity (5:36) > TweepriZe (3:56)


   Chalkdust opened the set and by the time we settled into our spot, the shit was on. Chalkdust > a deep dark Tweezer > Caspian (Did we need a breather already?) > a SWEATY Sand > Tweezer > an appropriate Birds. Dude, what the fuck??? It was ridiculous. By the time Waste was roaring our wives had found us, and their timing was perfect. Waste was winding down and the jam had been brain-bending. It was slowing down...it was murky...2001 was definitely in the air...but something was different here...what was it...it was fucking Golden Age, blasting into our ears like a distant freight train that had finally pierced our brains as if they were broken down at the George, WA railroad crossing. This fucking song RULES!!! It's the modern launch pad. And it > Reba, a song that never gets old. Ever. A rocking Antelope closed the set. But it wasn't over by a long shot. The encore opened with Suzy, and then the In-Sanity began...literally. The stars did not suck at all that night as Phish blasted off only the sixth Sanity since 1998 before going > TweepriZe. That's the shit Phish dreams are made of and dreams came true on the second and last night of Gorge 2011. My first trip to the place I had yearned to see Phish at for the past 15 years was not a disappointment. It was an enlightenment. Enough said.

- Trigger Treinta Uno

Trigger31.com

Thanks to Phish.net & LivePhish for the set list help, Colonel Phortin for setting up Wildhorse, and Amy & Renee's crew for supplying the goods, all the way from sleeping bags to booze. Your hospitality was appreciated and we miss you guys already.



Monday, July 25, 2011

2nd Leg: Western Swing

   Westward Ho! sucked as a title for the latest pReview, which follows the same theme as previous blog posts - that is to say the leg gets previewed then reviewed. You're all familiar at this point. That reminds me - I should be thanking you. Thanks. Thanks for reading, thanks for commenting, thanks for voting, thanks for being interested. As Phish tour wains towards the end of August into September and we experience a break on the order of several months I hope you'll still tune in as I blog about other interesting things like the NFL, baseball playoffs, the start of the NHL and the NBA (probably at some point). In other words I plan to blog about more than just Phish, although Phish certainly takes precedent during "peak" season. So I guess I'm saying thanks for tuning in and that you should stay tuned in. Life isn't all about Phish, you know...I know, it really is. So anyway, Westward Ho! sucked as a title. I tried to come up with a catchy cliche title for the 2nd Leg, but the most fitting title would have been something like "The West Is The Best", which is obviously unacceptable. The Beast Coast was unfazable. It was a fucking sick title. But that's because we're beasts. The "West Is The Best" is implying something that's simply not true, no matter what dozens of my East Coast transplant friends try to claim as they read this. Hey man, just like deal with it, ya' know bra. Now before anyone gets crazy here and starts sending me hate mail, let's put this into perspective. These titles pertain to Phish tour, nothing else. I'm a geologist; I would never claim the The Gorge or it's sculptor, the Columbia River, paled in comparison to the shopping malls surrounding Merriweather Post Pavilion. A lobotomy could not trick me into thinking that the Riverbend Park in Cincinnati produced the same feelings as being surrounded by the Sierra Nevada range. I get that. But we're talking in terms of Phish tour. So if anyone tried to tell me that anything compared to East Coast Phish musically, well I'd go tell them to jump off a cliff (The Gorge, perhaps?) or jump in a lake (Lake Tahoe is still currently blue). So 'Western Swing' got the nod. A little tribute to the folks who played jazz-inspired country music back in the early 20th century. Kind of sounds like Phish...a little. Well, back to jumping off the Gorge...
   The 1st Leg review was easy; Phish hit many of the same spots they had the year before or at least sometime during 3.0. Obviously the 2nd leg won't be that simple since the Gorge  is the only venue with recent shows to review. Tahoe will be a first. So will Outside Lands, and the last time Phish played a "real" show (details to follow) in SF it was 1994. LA hasn't been graced with Phish's presence since a few radio broadcasts in 2000...their last shows there were in 1998! Same thing for Chicago...the actual city. So as you can read, it'll be the first time in many of these places for many of us. Let me just come right out and say it's my first time at the Gorge. After 14 years and eight Gorge shows (they played two shows, their first at the Gorge, on 8/2 & 8/3 1997 - months before my Phishtism) I am FINALLY going!!! Watch my plane go down. The wife will not enjoy that read. WA through Chicago. Then of course we have a silly two-week break until CO. Why? How about some Deer Creek action? A little Hartford love?? No SPAC surprises??? Just Chicago, an inexplicable two-week break, then CO? OK, whatever. Here we go.

8/5-6, The Gorge Amphitheater, George, WA

   Phish kicks off the 2nd Leg in The Mecca. People say the Gorge changes you. Some say it ruins you. People have described some of the most euphoric experiences at the Gorge - completely sober euphoric experiences - while others have said no other outdoor venue is even acceptable after experiencing the Gorge. I believe all of them. I've tried for several years to make it to the Gorge, I mean it's only a short walk down I-90 from Boston to George, but for myriad reasons I've never made it out. That's all about to change. The last time Phish rocked the Gorge it was August of '09 and it's been exactly two years and 100 shows since.

8/7/09

Set I: DWD, Ocelot, Pebbles and Marbles > Possum, Sleep, Destiny Unbound, Stash, Sneakin' Sally > Cavern

Set II: Moma Dance, Light > Taste, Fluffhead, Joy, Gin > Hood

E: Slave

   DWD opened Set One - despite being played in the second set the night before - and was followed by Ocelot, still a spanking new tune at that point. Pebbles and Marbles, the perfect way to describe what most West Coasters try to convince us as being "good shit" followed, which > Possum. If you hate me, crash my funeral, put Possum on the MP3 player, then break the play, stop, and forward buttons so that song just runs over and over through the ceremony. I'd tell you to break into my casket and fasten a tape player with a continuous version of Possum looping, but I plan on being cremated. Pebbles was actually the first of 3.0 at that point. Sleep came next (hasn't been played since) before the boys finally cut loose with Destiny Unbound, the first since the Fenway show months before, but only the third since 1991 (11/15/91 Charlottesville, VA) at the time. Stash followed and then Phish blasted into the first Sneakin' Salley of 3.0. EPIC. Sneakin' Salley > Cavern. The perfect way to end Set One. Set Two set things right off with Moma Dance and then blasted into the third Light ever at that point. That Light from that show is the reason we want Light so bad. Put it on right now and listen it. Are you on the islands somewhere? Are you in heaven? Space? Nope, it's just Light and it's just the Gorge. Just get used to it. 2011 will be no different, and if you were in attendance at SBIX then you expect even more this time around. Wait, I'm not even done yet. Light > Tatse (obvious breather). Fluffhead followed then Joy. An unfinished Gin, one still talked about to this day, followed Joy and > Hood to close out the set. "Slave To The Wilderness" should have been the title for the encore as Phish wrapped up yet another epic Gorge show.

8/8/09 

Set I: Mango > Chalkdust, Middle of the Road, Tweezer, Driver, Twenty Years Later, Ya Mar, It's Ice, Wolfman's > Character Zero > Antelope

Set II: Rock 'n' Roll > Gorge Jam > Makisupa, Alaska, Wedge, YEM, BDTNL > Piper, Grind

E: GTBT, TweepriZe

   The first Mango since IT opened the Second Set and right > Chalkdust. The sound check song of choice throughout the Gorge - Middle Of The Road - debuted next and was followed by Tweezer. Driver - only the fourth since 1.0 - was next, followed by the second Twenty Years Later ever played. I still find that such odd song placement. Ya Mar came next and was followed by the first It's Ice since the Hampton Return shows. Wolfman's > Zero > Antelope to end the set. Although I wasn't there I consider Set Two one of the highlights of ST10:2 (remember our nomenclature from previous blogs). Rock 'n' Roll opened the set > Gorge Jam > Makisupa. Makisupa had Bobby brown references and a little pseudo-Walfredo action with trey and Mike switching instruments. Alaska followed and then the most appropriate song possible for the Gorge - The Wedge. It's on I-90, it's a fucking gorge...dude, it's like it was written for the Gorge. If it was, punch me. By the way, Gorge '11 opens with Wedge, guaranteed. An unusual middle-of-the-set YEM followed complete with Hedwig's Theme teases before the band launched into a sick BDTNL > Piper. A 2009 heavy Grind ended the set. GTBT and TweepriZe encored. So as one can plainly see, the Gorge rocks. The state, the scenery, the people, the camping, the venue, the air, the river, the gorge, the everything. There's a reason people talk so much about the Gorge. And now I'm about to find out for myself...there's really nothing else to say.

8/8/10, The Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, CA

   OK, so could Phish have picked a more polar opposite environment to play next? Hey, I have an idea...let's play a show at a National Park then follow up with a show at a Sewer Treatment Plant! While we're at it, could you replace my "fresh air" tank with the "pollution" tank? Thanks. I'm sorry folks, I don't get it. LA is famously known for four of my Top 5 Most Hated Things: traffic, smog/pollution, celebrities (any fake insecure people I guess, of which LA has in spades) and the Lakers. And the only two things I could love about LA - the ocean and the woman - are unswimmable for this man, for reason #2 on my hate list and because I'm married, respectively. There are a few people reading this probably desperately trying to come up with reasons why LA is awesome and why I should eat shit. Give it up. I live in the woods at the foothills of two small mountain ranges, 45 minutes from top-notch Southern VT skiing, my parents and in-laws live on some of the best beaches on the East Coast, and my house is within 3 hours of two of the greatest cities in the world. I don't need LA. California is cool though, I'll give you that. My many transplant friends who all think they've discovered something can attest to that. I'll stay in New England and keep the fort down. Maybe we'll let you back in after she sinks. I'm getting carried away. I'm actually fucking PUMPED to get to this LA show. I've never been to the Hollywood Bowl, but from all accounts it's unbelievable. My friends have raved about this place for a while, whether it was about an Allman Brothers show there 40 years ago or the annual jazz concerts. Pictures of the place are breath-taking, if you're into that sort of artistic venue thing. I am. Nothing is lamer than a dull venue. The last time Phish played in LA - as long as you don't count Indio as LA, which you shouldn't - it was at the Key Club for the Mark & Brian radio show in 2000. The last time Phish played a real show was in 1998 at the Greek Theater (10/29 - right before those BOMB Velvet Vegas shows) and it was a doozy...

Set I: Julius, Roggae, Llama, LxL, Driver, Sleep, Frankie Says, Birds of a Feather, McGrupp > Character Zero

Set II: Possum > Moma Dance > Reba > Walk Away > Simple > Albuquerque, Bowie

E: Something

   Driver and Sleep were acoustic and relative debuts, being the third time each had ever been played. The same could've been said of several tunes that night as there were many tunes not quite in "rotation" yet being relatively new or not covered yet (Roggae, LxL, Frankie Says, BOAF, Moma, Albuqurque...and Something, which actually was new). Either way, it was a standard 1998 show, which I think most of us would still cut heads off for. Particularly the seven-song Second Set pops out, as the band launched into a Possum > Moma > Reba > Walk Away > Simple > Albuquerque for the ages. Walk Away was played for the first time in 366 shows (The Bomb Factory 5/7/94, widely considered one of the greatest shows in Phishtory). Since Phish seems to have gravitated towards some of that 1998 feel lately, and since Phish hasn't graced LaLa Land since before regular people started getting fake boobs and lips, I expect Phish to drop bombs. As long as Trey isn't trying to show off for some corny LA rock star in the audience we'll be good. Expect the lights to bounce off this place and mayhem to ensue as palm trees sway and sea gulls swirl.

8/9-10/11, Lake Tahoe Outdoor Arena at Harveys Stateline, NV


   OK, so before I continue go to Phish's main page. See the TAB tour announcement? OK, now see Trey's picture. Dude, how can you NOT want to punch that guys face in??? That's the WORST picture I have ever seen. This is what happens when Phish lets Trey go out on his own. He starts making Faith +1 album covers and snapping concerned-looking photos of himself. This is the Trey I hate. The Trey tearing through the heart of the Sierra Nevada's with his Languedoc is the Trey we love. I'm obviously half-joking, but the picture is pretty lame. This is a tough review. Seeing as Phish has never played at Lake Tahoe, I'll consider the show at the ARCO Arena in Sacramento on 11/30/96 as the last area show:

Set I: Runaway Jim > PYITE, All Things Reconsidered, Bouncin', Stash, Fluffhead, Old Home Place, Uncle Pen, Caspian > Chalkdust Torture

Set II: La Grange, It's Ice > Glide, Brother, Contact > 2001 > Timber (Jerry) > Taste, Funky Bitch, Amazing Grace, Amazing Grace Jam

E: Possum

   PYITE contained James Brown teases and Fishman clownery. All Things Reconsidered was only played one more time in Italy before being shelved...so far. John McEuen joined on banjo for OHP and Uncle Pen. La Grange was played for only the second time in over 200 shows (at the time...do I have to keep saying that?). It's Ice > Glide is sick, a must listen. Glide needs to be rotated...immediately. Mayhem next with Brother, Contact > 2001. Ridiculous. More James brown clownery to boot. Peter Apfelbaum joined on tenor saxophone for Timber through the end, and John McEuen rejoined on lap slide guitar for the AG jam. I was busy failing out of Framingham State College. Oh well. Our favorite song, Possum, closed the show. These "Northern" California shows never seem to disappoint, whether it just seems it on paper or through the many tapes we've all heard or through the stories of "laid-back" scenes and epic shows. The Sierra Nevada's...the casinos (look out, Trey)...Lake Tahoe...Reno (I know, it is funny)...it all makes for a shit show. Let's hope the music matches the hype. Oh yeah, party on the CA side, trust us.

8/12/11, Outside Lands Festival, San Francisco, CA


   I'm not going to OLF, therefore, I don't care. No, I'm kidding, but we're really not going. We need to regroup before driving out to Chicago. No time for a three-day festival in which Phish is playing two measly sets on the first night. That's just me...us. The last time Phish played in San Francisco it was a wild scene - it was an "under the radar" show, which was leaked via radio the day of the show. Thousands rushed the scene for ticket vouchers, but only a lucky 400 were granted two each. The show took place at the famous Fillmore on 10/15/98 and it was also a doozy...

Set I: Ghost > Water in the Sky, Wolfman's, Gumbo, Bowie, Brian and Robert, Reba > Character Zero

Set II: My Soul > Chalkdust Torture, Roggae, Moma Dance, Wading in the Velvet Sea > Caspian > Frankie Says, Birds of a Feather, Lawn Boy, Hood

E: Dirt, LxL

   Nothing particularly special in terms of bust-outs as Phish seemed to be featuring many of their latest repertoire, but what an experience for the <1000 fans, especially at a time when Phish was regularly selling out larger arenas...on the East Coast. Fucking amazing. San Francisco has a great vibe and I see Phish rocking out the festival, but sticking to just that: rocking out. I don't expect much of what most of us die-hards live for. Nothing wrong with that. Maybe Phish will join some other bands on stage. All I know is that it's a festival and Phish is only playing one day for two sets. No thanks. I said the same thing to Austin City Limits. Besides, I'll be doing laundry preparing for...

8/15-16-17/11, UIC Pavilion, Chicago, IL


   These shows are already sold out - no shit. The place holds 6500, it's Chicago, and it's the last three shows of the leg. I refuse to consider the "Denver" shows part of the Second Leg. It's like two fucking weeks later. I'm calling those shows the "Labor Day Run" and those shows get their own pReview. Sorry if you were rushing to the newsstands to see what I thought of the CO shows. If Phish announces some filler shows between Chicago and CO, we'll revise. But Phish ends the Leg with a three-day run in Chicago at the UIC Pavilion, the smallest venue of the summer as far as I know. Portsmouth was small, but I don't think that small; Tahoe holds more than 6500 I think. Correct me if I'm wrong. Oh yeah, and it's INSIDE! Fall Tour in August! Shit is going to be EPIC! Why do I know this? Because the last time Phish played in the city of Chicago, it was a three-night run at the UIC Pavilion 11/7-8-9/98. Does anyone else notice this theme here? I talked and talked about the 98ish revival after SBIX...many of these venues are being played for the first time since 1998...CK5 has been using a time portal lately. Don't say I didn't warn you the next time you go to discuss Obama and someone reminds you that Bill Clinton is president. Anyway, I can't even review these epic funk bomb shows, because they're too beastly but feast your eyes on these:

11/7/98

Set I: My Soul, Mike's, Driver, Brian and Robert, Wedge, LxL, Fikus, Billy Breathes, Beauty of My Dreams, Weekapaug

Set II: AC/DC Bag -> Ghost, Reba, Farmhouse

E: Guyute, While My Guitar Gently Weeps

   Are you fucking serious? Acoustic Driver, the last Fikus, a four-song Second Set...holy shit. We can only hope for four-song sets these days.

11/8/98

Set I: Taste, Carini, Love Me, Ride Captain Ride, Fee, Paul and Silas, Roggae, Water in the Sky, Stash, Cavern

Set II: Chalkdust Torture, Meat > Rock and Roll > DWD > Piper > Wading in the Velvet Sea, Antelope

E: Been Caught Stealing

   Ride Captain Ride was only the second in almost 500 shows. That's ridiculous in and of itself. Been Caught Stealing was the second ever and has only been played four times since. I was at three of them...sorry.

11/9/98

Set I: Llama, Horn, I Get a Kick Out of You, Divided Sky, Frankie Says, Dogs Stole Things, Poor Heart > Free, NICU, Bold As Love

Set II: Gin, TMWSIY > Avenu Malkenu > TMWSIY > Moma Dance > Slave > YEM

E: Frankenstein, Free Bird

   Does it get much better than this? Llama opener...Dogs Stole Things (only played 10 times since...but at countless sound checks), TMWSIY > Avenu > TMWSIY, a STRONG seven-song Second Set and two fan favorite for a double encore. Epic. We expect the same the round out the Second Leg of ST11. With only three shows remaining after that - The Labor Day Run - until the inevitable NYE Run, phans are going to be getting their fill at UIC...it'll be the only taste of anything resembling a Fall Tour in 2011...unless your going to Quay, I mean Trey tour. And that's not Phish, so yeah, it's our only Fall Tour taste. Then the long drought. But that's after CO...which is reviewed later.
   So the Second Leg takes us from the breathtaking gorges of WA through the glittered streets of CA  and from the wanna-be streets of Reno (OK, Tahoe) all the way to Chicago with a fitting, yet unfitting end to Summer Tour 2011 - a three-day run at the famed UIC Pavilion, an indoor pavilion in the middle of August. Should we have expected anything different from these guys? Nah...so let's rock it. See you at the Gorge. I'll be the one crying.

- Trigger Treinta Uno


Trigger 31. com


Thanks to Phish.net for set list help

  

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Phish Threw the Biggest Ball of Them All: Super Ball IX Review...the Revival

   OK, so it may not have been the biggest ball of them all - I doubt Watkins Glen cracked 45,000,  falling WAY short of the original and only other ball, the legendary Clifford Ball - but Super Ball IX was certainly one of the best. The traffic, the vending, the beers, the camping, the close proximity to the venue from everywhere (don't fool yourself, you're just lazy or really out of shape), the staff, the cops (although there seemed to be tons), all the phans, the lights, and of course, the music - SBIX was the best collection of Phish music in years. Although I'm not sure whether Super Ball IX lived up to the hype as being "the best festival yet", it was definitely one of the best. I'm calling it the revival...and if you were there you know what I mean...if you weren't, you're about to find out.

Thursday, Day One

   You couldn't punch the smile off of our faces as we packed for SBIX - partly because we were packing things like air mattresses...stoves...water...food...pillows...you know, the shit most of us east coasters couldn't bring to LAX for Festival 8 - and partly because, well, we were going to a Phish festival. We left MA at 1:30 on Thursday and by 7:30 our first Pop-Up was erect...that's what she said. I'm getting a lot better at that - 5 years too late. But the point is that, for only the second time in six tries (Indio at 2 a.m., which was certainly a different situation), we were not stuck in one minute of traffic getting into a festival. Not one. Even the security line only took 10 minutes. 

6/30/11 Soundcheck (apparently ~4 p.m. - we missed it)

Soundcheck: Jam > Undermind, Sleep Again, My Soul, Ginseng Sullivan, Jam

   Our three cars rolled in trouble-free, rode up a few rows of already settled phans, and parked within stumbling distance - but not within smell-shot - of some of the best bathroom facilities I've ever seen at Phish. Picture the Indio truck-style bathrooms/showers...staying in the same condition they were in during the first five minutes of the festival for the entire weekend. It was incredible. You can argue that your bathrooms were just as clean - I highly doubt it since I went in at least three brick building bathrooms outside of Glen Close - but regardless ours were immaculate, which is an enormous advantage at these things. I sound like an asshole. Let me be clear: I'm not gloating, I'm simply stating that I was immediately struck by the quality of the facilities. Oh yeah, the bathrooms had hard wood floors and fake marble shower walls. You would have been shocked, too. We got our shit together and went out to check the scene.
   Some of the vending - typical shit from festivals past - was opening as we strolled through the grounds...Ball Square I guess it was called. Amazing. Lars et al did again with intricate structures, zany art work, giant disco balls, seemingly livable buildings, and plenty of space. Phish really blows this shit up. It's amazing what a group can do with $9 million. 'What?', you say? That's figuring conservatively: 5,000 people x $370 (Glen Close) + 35,000 X $200 (GA Camping) + 500 X 150 (RV passes) = ~$9M. Didn't you love the fireworks we bought, too? I sure as hell did. But in all seriousness, the art and grounds teams did an amazing job with Ball Square, and we're so lucky to have a band so conscious of things like that. It has always added an element of "wonder" to these things. I mean those dudes rocked out the fucking artistic storage shed, which was beaming the band's projections in eight different colors as we zombied out to some crazy ambient/trance/metallic/deep space/brain-bending music while being surrounded by some WEIRD ASS SHIT!!! We love it. But I'm getting ahead of myself. We opted out of long distance walking the very first night knowing what lie ahead, so we raged the Big Screen where someone was streaming or playing some of the best Phish of the last 10 years. Amazing footage, absolutely amazing. Trey was actually chubby in one of those clips. And the weather...wow. Sunny, clear, 70s to low 80s, which progressed into a cool, almost chilly dry night. We were off to a great start. Our friends from home, school, and tour started filing in from every direction to the Big Screen as Watkins Glen began to feel like a festival. Some of our friends were missing - not that kind of missing - but they were there in spirit. We had such high hopes. The only thing left would be the music...holy shit.

Friday, Day Two

   We woke up bright and early after a semi-late night to Henry The Third telling his tales of Super Ball IX arrival. His Headstock shirts were hidden in the woods after a run-in with security at 4 a.m. and his leg was torn after hopping several tall fences trying to get them in. Apparently these Phish-less shirts were a source of trouble so great that security refused to let them in with them. It hadn't seemed to dampen his still-awake spirit. We got ready and hit the town. Shit show. Phans everywhere, corporate and real Shakedown up and poppin', music coming from everywhere, Ball Square was ragin'. The weather was warm, sunny, and clear. It was all coming together. We all split up to do our thing and SeriousLeigh and I hit DJ Critter's crew's RV. We partied for a while to pregame for the First Set and then headed to the venue. This is what's it all about...

7/1/11 

Set I: Possum (9:04), Peaches en Regalia (3:24) > Moma Dance (11:00), Torn and Frayed (6:51) > NICU (4:54) > Gin (14:53), Life on Mars? (3:38), My Friend (5:50), Wolfman's Brother (11:47), Roses Are Free (5:16) > Funky Bitch (7:15), Quinn the Eskimo (9:31)...total = 77 minutes

   Yes, the festival opened with Possum. A huge "fuck you bitches" joke to all us haters. We deserved it. Besides, they were actually doing us a favor - they got it over with. Truthfully, I'm shocked they didn't close with it. It was a standard Possum, which is further evidence for the joke in my eyes. Peaches followed and I feel like it was for every single person not in Raleigh. It was great and > into a BOMB Moma Dance. A rockin' Torn And Frayed > NICU > a MONSTER Gin. MONSTER. Next was my first Life On Mars and the first in 175 shows (2/15/03 Vegas) and only the second since 1997 (3/2 Denmark)! What an amazing moment for many of us. A relatively standard My Friend followed this epic moment before Phish launched into THE BEST WOLFMAN'S I THINK I'VE EVER HEARD. Seriously people. This thing was peeling faces off. It was punching chests. It was round-housing heads. It was upper-cutting chins. Yo, I thought it was 1997! I'm not shitty you. Roses > Funky Bitch followed before the boys ended the set with a RIDICULOUS Quinn. This set wasn't overly long, but it rocked, it funked, it spaced...it had it all. You CAN'T get off to a better start.

Set II: Super Ball IX Jam I (3:56) > Crosseyed and Painless (12:57) > Chalkdust (8:11), Sand (9:56) > The Wedge (6:24), Mike's (7:29) > Simple (14:19) > Bug (9:46) > Horse (1:01) > Silent (5:13) > Weekapaug (6:49), Joy (6:05) > Character Zero (8:52)...total =101 minutes

E: Show Of Life (7:22)

   We thought we had plenty of time to back to the site between sets. Bad idea. We heard this weird noise coming from the venue, but we thought it was someones radio. "Turn that shit down dude, we want to make sure the band doesn't go on...". No answer. It almost sounded like the Big Ball Jam. It couldn't be. Was it...shit, Crosseyed And Painless! FUCK!! FUCK!!! I was actually screaming it so loud I was annoying my crew. We were hearing Phish, but apparently it wasn't the Big Ball Jam. They're calling it the Super Ball IX Jam #1 and we missed it. We also missed the vocal section of Crosseyed. Amateur move...fucking close-proximity camping sites! We made it back in time for the jam, but the crowds were so heavy in the area we were in by the time we got there that we just chilled by the tables. Besides, Matt Fractal was still hurting a little, and a roam through the crowd would've been shitty. Crosseyed > Chalkdust, a version that never seemed to reach the meat and cheese level that it's Crosseyed/Sand bread deserved. That's Sand > Wedge by the way, which was OUTRAGEOUS. By this time I had managed to struggle through the crowd back to some friends just in time for a Mike's > Simple. There was NOTHING Simple about this Simple. It had Third Stone From The Sun teases. It was Simply FUCKING AWESOME. What seemed to be an everlasting gobstopper of musical insanity seemed to take a turn towards the less energetic...like there was a really slow leak in a giant air mattress. The remainder of the Second Set after Mike's was all segue, but it read Bug > Horse > Silent > Weekapaug > Joy > Character Zero and it sounded almost like it reads. Although all sick, the energy did not compare to the First Set or the first half of the Second Set, but it's totally understandable - even the crowd was tired after days of traveling, setting up, and summer sun. But don't let these last few, merely less-energetic-relative-to-every-other-song-from-the-other-sets fool you. THIS WAS ONE OF THE BEST SHOWS IN A LONG TIME. And it was only going to get better.

Saturday, Day Three

   Day Three was obviously the first struggle of the weekend, but not to worry. Phish festivals are worlds of wonder. Like a Winter Wonderland. After some energetic breakfast and a little Runaway Jim 5K envy we headed out to Ball Square to see everyone up and about, coming in from the race, drinking Foam, art-ing around, and getting ready for the mid-afternoon Set at 3 p.m. Saturday was Three Sets and a Secret Set day. Wow...what a day. It was hot as hell. Everyone was already burned from the previous two days. Heat stress abound. Not good. We wondered if Phish would play it cool considering the temperature and high UV-index skies. No doing...

7/2/11

Set I: Tube (4:50), Kill Devil Falls (7:58) > Ocelot (11:16), Lawn Boy (3:03), Divided Sky (15:47), Boogie On (6:35) > Camel Walk (5:33), Cities (5:48) > Poor Heart (2:19) > 46 Days (6:53) > Suskind Hotel (5:55), When the Circus Comes (5:30), Timber [Jerry] (5:53) > Back on the Train (5:37) > Suzy Greenberg (7:00), Monkey Man (5:49)...total = 106 minutes

   Tube lasted almost five minutes...holy shit. 3.0 record? KDF rocked as usual. Lawn Boy featured Mike on the fret-less 5-string  and was followed by the always epic Divided Sky. A SICK Boogie On > and even SICKER Camel Walk. Maybe it was the speed. Maybe it was the funk. Maybe it the Spanish Moon teases. Cities couldn't have been more hilariously placed out in the middle of farm, lake, and wine country and it was BOMB and > Poor Heart, my first since Indio. Phish debuted Suskind Hotel, a tune Mike opened with in Burlington a few months before. It was sick then. It was sicker here. Timber swayed as usual...shit even the Suzy was UNFUCKING REAL - they dropped the FUNK HAIL ON PEOPLE'S HEADS. It was sick, and just when you thought it was over, the boys LAUNCHED into The Rolling Stone's Monkey Man, and IT BLASTED OFF!!! Unreal. So much for letting the crowd take it easy in the heat. The band DROPPED THE HEAT! Dude, I saw so many people walking bobble-headed out of the sun with obvious heat stress; it was crazy. Some people just don't get it...but Phish does. It was on. Now we knew what to expect and we had to get ready. We had a good two-hour break between sets, so we took to raging the site with some friends who had a lot of experience with the Moon. Talk about blasting off...

Set II: Runaway Jim (9:17) > McGrupp (9:31), Axilla I (3:30) > Birds of a Feather (10:00), Stash (12:29), Sample (5:12), Heavy Things (6:37) > Horn (3:42) > It's Ice (7:49) > Mango (8:08) > Rift (6:08) > Scents and Subtle Sounds (9:48), Antelope (10:36)...total = 103 minutes

   It was still light out when Trey announced the top-three winners - male and female - of the Runaway Jim 5K. Some of those times were crazy - I think the winner crossed in 15:23...dude, that's like averaging under 5 minutes/mile. I want to see these people dance...or maybe they don't. I was so perplexed by the phan that can run over three miles in just over 15 minutes I didn't realize they were playing one of my phavorites, the soul elevating McGrupp. Everything rocked, but the Heavy Things > Horn > It's Ice > Mango > Rift > S&SS WAS OTHER-WORLDLY!!! Dude the second S&SS of 3.0 (MSG 12/4/09) came from space, stole my brain, took it to another galaxy, showed me how subtle scents and sounds can be, and then returned my brain to my skull just in time to be dazed during Antelope. We were chasing a few...one down.

Set III: Golden Age (6:25) > Super Ball IX Jam #2 (7:09) > Caspian (6:21) > Piper (9:46) > Tweezer (11:09) > Julius (7:27) > BDTNL (7:55) > Twist (11:11) > 2001 (4:54) > Hood (11:54) > Cavern (4:31) > Golgi (5:16) > A Day in the Life (6:25)...total = 101 minutes

   Golden Age is like the new DWD to me. It kicks off a lot of Second Sets, it fucking rocks, and the Type I/II potential seems exponential. This version did it's job and > into some Type II shit only people in other dimensions experience on a regular basis...ask Matt Fractal. The Tweezer DESTROYED and took Golden Age hostage, teasing it relentlessly. Phish kept this "Last Set = full segue" theme going by BLASTING OFF THE ENTIRE FUCKING SET. Julius...raged. BDTNL...shredded. Twist...Typed II'ed to death...2001 is the new Tube...Hood (as well as many other jams throughout the entire weekend) kept the old-school glow stick wars alive...Cavern was murky...the late 90's had invaded Watkins Glen - or I had finally been sucked into CK5's circular time portal located above the light rig at center stage. Either way these sets were topping each other by the hour. LATE 90'S REVIVAL.

E: Loving Cup (5:35) > TweepriZe (3:50) 

Set IV: Storage Jam > Sleeping Monkey (~60 minutes)

   The Secret Set, which was no secret by late afternoon, was a great experience. The band was playing in the storage shed from ~2:30-3:30 a.m. and lights were beaming from all directions in many colors. I couldn't, but people could see their shadows coming from the shed. The music blasted off sounding like a spaceship trying to restart after some mechanical failure. It was deep, spacey, loud, and everywhere. It was fucking awesome. I was pretty surprised to hear Sleeping Monkey arise from the musical fog, but it was awesome just the same as Trey couldn't control his giggling to Fish obviously fucking around. When they're having fun, we're ALL having fun. Seems simple doesn't it? I would have preferred to see the band, but I suppose we never really saw them during the Tower Jam either. I loved it though - we all did - and I'd be interested to see/hear what people on the Ferris wheel experienced. A night of raging ensued as we rolled into the Dakotas to get our pah-ty on with our Central Mass Phamily. It was 7 a.m. when we rolled back to Glen Close...that's what epic nights do to your soul - keep them awake until the time you usually get up. In case you were wondering, Day Two contained over 6 hours of live Phish. This festival was achieving legendary status already.

Sunday, Day Four

   We were running out of gas by the time Sunday rolled around. Maybe it was the 6 a.m. downpour that had water dripping all over my sleeping gear for my last two hours of "sleep". Three miserable hours is enough, right? You bet your ass it is when those three hours are propelling you into the last day of a Phish festival. There is no rest for the die-hards. And there's no whining on Phish Tour. A little breakfast pick-me-up had the day in perspective as we roamed out into the camp grounds to explore one last day. The sun was beating down, but as it made us sweat, it dried our shit. It's a good pay-off. What was in store for this third day of shows? They had destroyed so many things. They had already burned down so much of Watkins Glen. What was left? A Ghost, for sure. But what else? Steam? Would we finally get our Clone? As Cocineros would say, "Just you wait Billy". We don't know a Billy, it's just our random go-to name. Kind of like Randy. Would the third show trump the previous two? Is it possible???

  7/3/111


Set I: Soul Shakedown Party (4:14) > AC/DC Bag (6:36) > Curtain (6:40) > Forbin's (11:39) > Mockingbird (6:52) > Destiny (6:38) > BBFCFM (3:56), Wilson (7:30) > Mound (8:40), A Song I Heard the Ocean Sing (10:58), Time Loves a Hero (4:57), Reba (16:07) > Bowie (13:31)...total = 107 minutes (longest set of the festival)

   The longest set of the weekend could be the greatest set I've ever heard. I'll know in a few days when I finally get my emailed stub numbers (Henry The Third!!!), but I'm pretty sure. First of all, Soul Shakedown Party. Only the sixth ever and second of 3.0 (12/30/09 Miami). That's a clear warning sign. If it's true, thank you hot chicks from the rail! Soul Shakedown > AC/DC > the first Curtain W/o since 1.0 (9/9/00 Albany) - and I love With - > Forbin's > Mockingbird > A BOMB Destiny > BBFCFM with a Leave It To Beaver tease. Are you fucking kidding me?!?! After that mayhem came more: Wilson with Mind Left Body teases > Mound, a reminder of the Alpharetta mega-storm. A Song I Heard The Ocean Sing seemed epic UNTIL IT WAS TRUMPED BY THE GREATEST TIME LOVES A HERO EVER PLAYED!!! Just when we thought it couldn't get better, the boys rip into an EPIC Reba, that not only included the first whistling since Coventry, but contained supposed Dave's Energy Guide teases that I would have bet my life was the Gamehenge Time Phactory. Like I said, I haven't been able to re-listen to it yet, but we'll see. Any thoughts to stomp my hopes in the meantime? This RIDICULOUS Reba > Bowie to end the set. Like I said, it could be the best set I've ever heard...certainly in 3.0.

Set II:  Big Balls (3:39) > DWD (12:59) > No Quarter (9:31) > Party Time (8:03), Ghost (8:36) > Jibboo (8:40) > Light (12:41), Waves (11:07) > What's the Use? (4:59) > Meatstick (6:14) > STFTFP (7:23), Star Spangled Banner (5:20)...total = 98 minutes


   Yes, they opened the Second Set with their debut of Big Balls. Holy shit! As they were playing giant bouncy balls bounced across the pit area and looked FUCKING RIDICULOUS! One of those epic festival moments you always remember...like the burning art tower or the Baby Elephant Walk. It's what separates Phish from most, if not all, of the others. Big balls > an unfinished DWD > the second No Quarter of ST11 > Party Time. EPIC. The eagerly-awaited Ghost followed > Jibboo that reached Type-II status for sure and > another Type-II BOMB in Light. Waves was mind-boggling and > What's The Use? > Japanese Meatstick > STFTFP. The stuff legends are made of. Phish closed with the obligatory Star Spangled Banner and encored with First Tube > Fireworks to end the festival. What a way to go out.

E: First Tube (7:42) > Fireworks (forever)

   Super Ball IX certainly lived up to the hype. As I said before, I'm not so sure it was the greatest festival ever, but it was damn close if it wasn't. The music was the best collection of music in 3.0. The song choices, the segues, the jams, the length of the songs and jams, the Type-I/Type-II shit that kept bringing people to different dimensions. Everything. Super Ball IX was another in a long line -save maybe one ;) - of epic musical adventures peppered with tent partying and vending. We were winning...all weekend. We rolled out of Watkins Glen around 11:30 a.m. on July 4th and the only traffic we hit going home was some idiot Phish chick with a wrecked car rolling at a snail's pace on 17 South and some construction traffic on I-86. Maybe 45 minutes tops. Amazing. I spent a total of 13 hours in the car and the place is 11 hours from my house round-trip. It's a sweet thing living near Phish. However, my gloating will be short-lived as we prepare for the Second Leg in exactly one month...beginning with the Gorge. Ahhh. So savor the sweetness that was Super Ball IX, and know that more is coming because it's clear that the few bumps in the road along ST11:1 were just that - bumps in the road. Phish still has it in spades - the song list, the choices, the segues, the jamming, and the Type-Everything. It's all here for the taking, you just have to be there at the right moments. Will you?

- Trigger Treinta Uno

Trigger31.com

Thanks to Phish.net for the set list help, my crew and friends for making this past weekend another epic one, The Green Crew & Phish Crew for cleaning, planning, and maintaining, Watkins Glen International for having us, and especially Phish for making it all possible. We'll see you on the Second Leg!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Straight Ballin' Kid: Super Ball IX Preview

   Staying with the same theme that launched this blog I figured the best way to review the upcoming Phish festival - Super Ball IX this July 4th weekend - was to review the previous seven...err, eight...Phish festivals in all of their glory. We've been waiting for this four-day weekend since the rumor mill started this past winter, and it's finally here. Multiple days of Phish...multiple sets per day...multiple hours of shit show per set...you get the picture. As I was saying to a group of friends the other night as we sat around talking about past festivals, at the same time explaining what to expect to a Phish festival first-timer, "These festivals have, literally, been three of the top ten experiences of my entire life." I say three even though I've been to five of eight festivals for a reason - more on that later -  but even saying at 32 years that Phish festivals were three of the ten greatest moments of your life is significant. And I 'm married...yes, that obviously makes the Top 10. Being adopted by my incredible family at four years old is certainly one, probably #1 or #2, and yes, I do remember that, although not without a little help. Hmm, sounds like a Phish show. Vacations at Lake Winnepasaukee, sporting events both played and attended, other Phish shows, and times with friends and family would round out the list. But three of the Top 10 were Phish festivals. Now I can't claim to have been to all of them, but between close friends that were in attendance, literature, and the tapes and digital recordings of the music I think I can offer plenty on the festivals that were before my time (Clifford Ball & The Great Went) and made me cry for the first - and one of the few - times in my adult life (my inability to attend Big Cypress for reasons beyond my control). As far as the others, I was there. In body anyway. But in all seriousness, we were there. And we're going to be there, at Super Ball IX, where Phish claims the greatest festival yet will take place. Here's what they're up against:

Phish 1.0

The Clifford Ball, 8/15-17/96, Plattsburgh Air Force Base, NY

   The Clifford Ball was the first Phish festival, and in my opinion launched Phish into it's modern phase of popularity. Of course I don't mean mainstream popularity, but The Clifford Ball certainly put Phish's stamp on the nation as the primary soul-moving - both literally and figuratively - jam band. To this day the Clifford Ball shows rank among all-time shows, and the first show - 8/16/96 - is considered ONE OF THE BEST SHOWS EVER by many die-hard Phish phans. An estimated 70,000 people attended the 'Ball, by far the largest Phish crowd to that date. Those 70,000 phans brought nearly $20 million to the local economy (in an era of $20-30 festival tickets) and made Plattsburgh, NY one of the largest towns in the state for a weekend. Those two facts - among many others - are a few of the reasons Phish ascended to new levels during and after that momentous weekend. I was 17 at the time working as  a lot attendant - no, not that kind - for a local Chevy dealership in my hometown in Massachusetts during The Clifford Ball. I was one month away from attending college, what seemed at the time the most exciting thing to happen to me yet BY FAR, and my only concert of the summer was The Steve Miller Band at Great Woods. In fact, the only things I knew about Phish were that my high-school buddy's girlfriend's older brother was into them - and he was what we considered a "hippy" - and a classmate had quoted Phish in their high school year book. My formal introduction to the music of Phish - without a doubt one of the most significant life-shaping events of my life to that date - would not be for another 15 months. This review begins with a soundcheck, easily one of the most exciting moments of any Phish festival for a number of reasons, because they don't disappoint. Soundchecks are always of interest, but the festival soundchecks always seem much more special. They say first impressions are everything, so perhaps therein lies the answer.

8/15/96 Soundcheck:

Long blues jam > long funk jam, HYHU > slow TweepriZe > HYHU, Old Home Place, slow Little Drummer Boy jam, LDB Jam 2 > LDB/Frankenstein Jam > LDB/Frankenstein Jam 2 > LDB/Frankenstein Jam 3 > Frankenstein/Spock's Brain Jam > Frankenstein/Spock's Brain Jam 2 > vocal (Deep In The Heart Of Texas), Clifford Ball Jam (as named by Trey), Clifford Ball/slow Peaches en Regalia Jam < TweepriZe (~55 minutes).

According to Dave Schall (who also wrote up the set list in The Pharmer's Almanac) it was a rare event due to the lack of tapers and the amount of phans listening on the boundary fences from a half-mile away. According to Schall the phans were so loud that once the band noticed, Languedoc turned up the PA and Kuroda started pointing the lights in their direction. That is fucking awesome.

8/16/96

Set I: Chalkdust, Gin, Ya Mar, AC/DC, Esther, Divided Sky, Halley's, Bowie

Set II: Split Open, Sparkle, Free, Coil, Waste*, Talk*, Train Song*, Strange Design*, Hello My Baby, Mike's > Simple > Contact > Weekapaug

Set III: Makisupa, 2001 > DWD > NICU, Life On Mars, Hood > Fireworks Jam

E: Amazing Grace

These sets included epic versions of Weekapaug, DWD, and Hood, which > Fireworks jam with - obviously - fireworks blasting off in the background. The sun also set during the Silent Jam in Divided Sky, which must have been amazing. All (*) indicate Phish playing the acoustic mini-stage, where the band played acoustic instruments and Fish played a mini-set for the four songs

8/17/96 Secret set

Set IV: Flatbed Jam (~45 minutes)

The Flatbed Jam included Phish rolling along the runways through the campgrounds playing soft jazz. The rolled through, never stopping, for about 45 minutes starting ~3 a.m. Many of the people I've talked to say they had no idea it was happening, and if you were lucky enough to be awake during the secret set you were astonished when you saw some dim lights approaching that turned out to be the band. Some talk of following them for the entire time. What an amazing experience that must have been. I was sleeping over six hours away, without a clue. DAMN IT!!!

8/17/96

Set I: Old Home Place, PYITE, Reba, CTB, Lizards, Sample, Taste, Fee, Maze, Suzie Greenberg (apparently I've been spelling that wrong the whole time...or maybe the spelling by phans changes...either way, who cares)

Set II: Curtain, Runaway Jim, It's Ice, Brother, Fluffhead, Antelope, Golgi, Slave

Set III: Wilson, Frankenstein, Scent Of A Mule, Tweezer, Day In The Life, Possum, TweepriZe

E: Harpua

Heartbreaker jam in Wilson. Brother included Ben & Jerry on vocals, Antelope included an acrobat on ropes, and Tweezer included people on trampolines. The Mule duel was between Page/Fishman instead of Page/Trey. The Harpua was unfinished as a hired stunt plane missed it's cue causing the band to leave to intense stage feedback noise. People still argue that the second set of the second day of Clifford Ball is the best single set ever played. I wasn't there so those people don't include me, but it's worth mentioning as The Clifford Ball clearly set the stage - no pun intended - for things to come. And boy did they...

The Great Went, 8/15-17/97, Loring Air Force Base, Limestone, ME

   The Great Went, the inspiration for the greatest Phish bumper sticker in history ("I Went"), was the second Phish festival in as many years, but the first in Limestone, located only miles from the Canadian border. This festival also introduced phans to their first of many future unbearable festival traffic jams, a small price to pay for a weekend of Phish and great partying...unless that small price is 52 hours, which occurred at The Festival That Shall Not Be Named. More later. But this festival also offered the first "we've done this before" vibe, and the 65,000+ phans in attendance were greeted by welcoming locals (not that Plattsburgh lacked any) and better facilities (for a whopping $70...wow).

8/16/97

Set I: Makisupa > Harpua, Chalkdust, Theme, PYITE, Ghost, Ginseng Sullivan, YEM, Train Song, Character Zero, Coil

Set II: Wolfman's > Simple > My Soul, Jam > Slave, Rocky Top, Julius

Set III: Halley's > Cities > Llama > Lawn Boy, LxL, Funky Bitch

E: Contact, Loving Cup

Harpua started where it had left off at The Clifford Ball! Unreal! Simple included a "Odd Couple" jam. The Halley's, the last of which was played at The Clifford Ball, included a reprized vocal jam during the regular jam. Funky Bitch included fireworks. The highlights of the show, which are still talked about today, were basically the entire Second Set, and the Halley's > Cities > Llama in the Third Set.

8/17/97 Secret Set

Set IV: The Disco Set

The boys DJ'ed a disco/rave set in the predawn hours of 8/17. Eventually the band retreated into the night while the music still raged and kids danced around the lighted tent. Apparently this annoyed many die-hard phans and tapers who expected another Flatbed Jam a la The Clifford Ball, but everyone I talked to said it was perfect - and perfectly timed - as they danced their last few remaining hours of energy away.

8/17/97

Set I: Wedge, Beauty Of My Dreams, Dog Stole Things > Vultures, Water In The Sky, Maze, Bouncin' > Tweezer > Taste, Carolina

Set II: DWD > Gin > Uncle Pen, 2001 > Art Jam > Hood

Set III: Buffalo Bill > NICU > Weigh > Guyute > Dirt, Scent Of A Mule > Caspian

E: When The Circus Comes, TweepriZe

Tweezer included a Cities jam. During 2001 the band went > Art Jam, in which the band passed along paintings done by artists at the festival through the crowd to an art tower located next to the stage. During the Hood jam CK5 turned out the lights and the crowd formed a glow stick war near the stage. During TweepriZe the art tower was set on fire and burned until it went out. The last Buffalo Bill played before the Third Set was in Boston on NYE '94 (204 shows). The obvious highlights from the show were the Second and Third Sets, especially the Second Set. The DWD > Gin > Uncle Pen, 2001 > Art Jam > Hood is still talked about today. The Great Went marked the second festival pulled off by Phish, but the first in which they were begged to come back by the community. Phish phans showed the tiny community of Limestone that they were polite, respectful, money-generating party animals willing to travel far and wide to see their beloved band - and leave your community the way they found it. It wasn't the beginning of an era, the it was the continuation of a movement...

Lemonwheel, 8/15-17/98, Loring Air Force Base, Limestone, ME

   Lemonwheel was my first festival, and if I said I was excited I'd be TOTALLY understating the situation. I could - literally - barely contain myself. By the time Lemonwheel had arrived I had only been to nine shows, and was considering this 10th show a milestone. I had never been further than Pittsburgh for a show - two days before - which made me feel like I was a bona fide "tourer". I had just done Pittsburgh-Vernon Downs, but had to come back home to get the two buddies I was going to Lemonwheel with. So I picked up a friend who'd never been to a show and we headed to Providence - the opposite direction of Limestone - to pick the currently estranged former friend of mine who actually got me into Phish and got me into my phirst show on 11/30/97. 11 hours of seemingly non-stop steamroller smoking action later - hey, we had just turned 20 - we arrived in Limestone, ME. I don't remember any real traffic, but then again, I don't really remember anything from those shows except Sexual Healing and Baby Elephant Walk. Those things are kinda' hard to forget. Oh yeah, I also remember the gel tabs. Very hilarious introduction to gel tabs. The first night we were there we were treated to the Soundcheck Set, though it took about 100 people to convince us they were actually playing, and that it wasn't just a joke on us "newbs":

8/15/98

Soundcheck: Funky Bitch, Ginseng Sullivan, Back at the Chicken Shack, Jam, She Caught the Katy and Left Me a Mule to Ride, Dog Log, Down Home Dirty Blues, I Gave My Love a Cherry, Please Send Me Someone to Love

So although very late, we caught a little Soundcheck Phish, my first of many, and it was magical (although I couldn't see them).

8/16/98
Set I: Mike's > Simple > Beauty of My Dreams, Roggae, Split Open And Melt, Poor Heart, Moma Dance, Divided Sky, Water in the Sky > Funky Bitch > Cities > Weekapaug

Set II:  Wedge, Reba, Gumbo > Sanity > Tweezer > The Horse > Silent in the Morning > Chalkdust , Slave

Set III: NICU > Bowie, Strange Design, LxL > Brian and Robert, Loving Cup 

E:  Halley's > Cavern > TweepriZe

The first set highlights were the Water > Funky Bitch > Citites > Weekapaug, in which Cities included Sneakin' Salley teases and alternate camping grounds-related lyrics. Oh yeah, and an entire Mike's Groove set! Set Two highlights included the Gumbo > Sanity > Tweezer, in which Gumbo included a TweepriZe jam and the first Sanity (my first) in 140 shows (10/31/96). Set Three highlights included a very prolonged Bowie intro out of NICU, and the encore was probably the best I've ever heard. The Halley's also included alternate lyrics that referenced the camping grounds. During TweepriZe Trey commented on the weekend, how much they loved festivals and the atmosphere, and the fact that they would be playing more music soon...

8/17/98

Set IV: Ambient Jam (~60 minutes)

The Ambient Jam was played on stage in the dark with the exception of the hundreds of candles lighting the stage. The Ambient Jam was in the style of famed ambient jammist Brian Eno, and represented the third time in three festivals that Phish played a secret set, all of them being starkly different. Could we expect anything less?

8/17/98

Set I: Ginseng Sullivan, Gin > Rift, PYITE, Lawn Boy, Ya Mar > AC/DC > Frankie Says, Birds of a Feather, Guyute, Possum

Set II: DWD > Piper, Ghost > Fluffhead, When the Circus Comes > Wading in the Velvet Sea, HYHU> Sexual Healing > HYHU, Run Like an Antelope 

Set III: Sabotage > 2001 > Wilson > Mango > Character Zero > Bittersweet Motel, While My Guitar Gently Weeps

E:  Hood > Jam > Baby Elephant Walk 

Set One highlights included Gin > Rift and the Ya Mar > AC/DC > Frankie Says. Set Two highlights an unfinished DWD that > Piper and a sick Ghost > Fluffhead. Set Two also included a HYHU, in which Fishman led the audience on by saying he'd be playing "a song about a turtle", an obvious reference to the Terrapin Station bust-out in Virginia Beach a few shows earlier, but instead they went > Sexual Healing, one of the highlights of the weekend. Antelope also included Sexual Healing teases and a "Bob Weaver" replacement of Marco Esquandolas. Set Three highlights obviously included Sabotage > 2001 > Wilson > Mango > Hotel and the first WMGGW in 103 shows (2/26/97). The encore highlights were Fishman playing trombone during the jam after Hood, and the first Baby Elephant Walk in 503 shows (12/1/92)! Lemonwheel proved - for the third year in a row - that Phish doesn't joke around when it comes to these festivals, at least not the music. I should point out, the art at this festival was amazing.

Camp Oswego, 7/17-18/99, Oswego County Airport, Volney, NY

   Oswego was the strangest of any of the festivals I've been to in the sense that it was mid-tour. And not mid-tour like this one with shows of two different legs sandwiching the festival. I mean we came off tour the day BEFORE (PNC) and there were shows the day after the festival ended (Toronto). So despite being a festival, it really didn't have that festival feel, other than the fact that the band had the usual cheese buildings and artwork and misting tents. Oh, and a thousand vendors. Well, there were only five sets. Booo...

7/17/99

Set I: Tube > Boogie On, Birds of a Feather, Guelah Papyrus, My Sweet One, Roggae, Tweezer > Have Mercy > Taste > Character Zero

Set II: Funky Bitch, On My Knees, Jam > DWD, Wolfman's > Sneakin' Sally > Timber (Jerry), YEM

E: Coil, TweepriZe

First Set highlights included Tube > Boogie On and the sick Tweezer > Have Mercy (my first, and the first in 334 shows, 11/12/94) > Taste > Character Zero. The Set Tow highlights are obvious, aren't they? Except for the fact that Son Seals sat in on guitar for his own tune. Which one? Get familiar. Set Two blasted off.

7/18/99

Set I: PYITE, Farmhouse, Water in the Sky > Gin, Back on the Train, If You Need a Fool, I'm Blue I'm Lonesome, Beauty of My Dreams, Moma Dance > Reba, Chalk Dust Torture

Set II: Runaway Jim > Free > Meatstick, Guyute, Axilla > Llama 

Set III: My Soul > Piper > Prince Caspian > Wilson > Catapult > Smoke on the Water Jam > Icculus, Quinn > Fluffhead

E: Hood

Set One highlights included The Del McCoury Band joining Phish from If You Need A Fool through Beauty Of My Dreams, which included one of the guitarists breaking their string leading to an ALL OUT HOE-DOWN! It was sick, and my snobby "I don't want anyone on stage with Phish" attitude disappeared immediately. Those guys rocked. Set Two highlights included a record-breaking (did we  ever actually break the record?) 6-song burner, in which Phish played Meatstick with the intention of breaking the Guinness Book Of World Records record for "most people dancing at one time". Not sure if we did it. Not sure I even knew what was going on. Anyone? Set Three highlights included the whole fucking set. It was ridiculous. Strangely it was my third Catapult in 25 shows. The Smoke On The Water included Cat Scratch Fever "teases", which was really Trey screaming "It's the same fucking song!!!". By this time I was alone, wandering, and making my mark in the art tent with one of many painted rags that were hung everywhere. Remember that? My first Icculus. What else can one say? I suppose I could mention the Quinn, my first, and only the third since 1987. Then many hopped off tour to go to Woodstock '99 - how ridiculous, and I thought that then - and some went on to Toronto. It was kind of weird. I went home then to Star Lake. The rest is history. Then I went to Japan...just kidding.

Big Cypress, 12/29-31/99, Big Cypress Indian reservation, Big Cypress, FL

   I'm going to be honest, this one hurts. I was 21 years old and working at a popular bar. I'm sure I don't have to remind you of the importance of NYE to the restaurant business. I was pushing limits anyway with relationships, school, and work, and it was - without a doubt - because of Phish. Now I'm not saying anything negative about that, meaning that I have NO REGRETS...except that I decided to pick the wrong NYE run to stay at home. I was given an ultimatum from my great paying bar job: If you go to Phish, you have no job when you return. What a horrible decision. It still haunts me. Just at Raleigh a few weeks ago I was in line getting water when two local guys were discussing the past few shows at Raleigh and how great they'd been. Out of nowhere the guy says to his buddy, "Yeah, but nothin' will ever compare to Big Cypress..."..."Oh, you got that right" his friend interrupted. Thanks guys, I need those reminders once in a while. So I'm going to be a little bitch; I'm not really going to get into Big Cypress other than listing the set lists. I'm sorry, I can't handle it. I didn't have my priorities straight and it still haunts me.

12/29/99

Soundcheck: Jam, What's the Use, Ginseng Sullivan, Curtis Loew, Quinn, Timber (Jerry), Jam

12/30/99

Set I: Water in the Sky, Light Up Or Leave Me Alone > Suzy, Corinna, LxL, Che Hun Ta Mo, Big Alligator, Possum, Farmhouse, Ghost, Ya Mar, Character Zero

Set II: Wilson > The Curtain > Tweezer -> Taste, Meat, Golgi, Wolfman's Brother, Jibboo > Hood > GTBT

Set III: Chalkdust, Moma Dance > Antelope, Sloth, When the Circus Comes, Mike's > Simple > Hydrogen > Weekapaug

E: Boogie On > TweepriZe

12/31/99
 
Set I: Runaway Jim, Funky Bitch, Tube, I Didn't Know, PYITE, Bouncin', Poor Heart, Roggae, Split Open and Melt > Catapult, Back on the Train, Horn, Guyute, After Midnight

Set II: Meatstick -> Auld Lang Syne > DWD > Llama, Gin, Heavy Things, Twist > Caspian > Rock and Roll, YEM, Crosseyed and Painless, The Inlaw Josie Wales, Sand > Quadrophonic Toppling, Slave, Albuquerque, Reba, Axilla, Uncle Pen, Bowie, My Soul, Drowned > After Midnight Reprise, Horse > Silent > Bittersweet Motel, Piper > Free, Lawn Boy, HYHU > Love You > HYHU, Roses Are Free, Bug, 2001 > Wading in the Velvet Sea > Meatstick  

This fucking show went on for hours and hours and hours. Do I sound bitter? Good. If you need more information on these shows find it somewhere else. Epic stuff though, I hope you were there to take it in.

Phish 2.0

IT, 8/1-3/03, Loring Air Force Base, Limestone, ME

   Phish's third trip to Limestone might have been their most anticipated. Phish had been on hiatus from 10/7/00 until 12/31/02 and Phish was coming off a semi-hot summer tour, their first in three years. We had huge amounts of people rolling in and many of us were used to the place from previous festivals. We were stuck in nearly 30 hours of traffic heading into IT and ended up about as far from the venue and festival grounds as one could be. I always feel like it was two miles. That might be a total exaggeration, but I think it was. Let's put it this way: By the second day were were thumbing "wagon" rides into the venue and trading for Gold Bond "handfuls" from dudes off the side of the street. It was hilarious...and chafey. We rolled deep into IT though and we RAGED. And I'm talking right off the bat, beginning with soundcheck:

8/1/03

Soundcheck: Jam > Skin It Back, Jam

   It was the SHIT! Sometimes you take these soundcheck moments for all they're worth. Tunes like Dog Log are HARDLY played at shows - but it's played all the time at soundcheck. Tunes like Skin It Back are never played. PERIOD. Sometimes these soundchecks are magical. Most of the times the shows are, too.

8/2/03

Set I: AC/DC Bag, Ya Mar > Runaway Jim, Reba, Birds of a Feather, Meatstick, Two Versions of Me, Vultures, LxL, Cavern

Set II:  DWD > NICU > Brother, Lawn Boy, Discern, Waves > Jam > Bowie

 Set III: Rock and Roll > Seven Below > Scents and Subtle Sounds > Seven Below > Spread It 'Round > Bug 

E:  Dog Log > Mango

  Ya Mar went unfinished, Reba had Night Speaks To A Woman teases (which I actually remember being sick), and a crowd-induced Meatstick had Japanese lyrics. Second Set highlights included a a sick DWD > NICU with a monster bass solo at the end > a Brother that I swear I was the first in  ~60,000 to hear - ask my crew. Then the Waves > Jam > Bowie. Wow. Set Three might have been the best set of the weekend, which included a MONSTER Rock 'n' Roll > Seven Below > Scents > Seven Below > Spread It 'Round. Unreal. The encore was just as sick for me as they played two of my favorite songs while Trey remarked about the conscious effort not to think about the song choices, while trying to think of the next song choice. Got to love irony. Next came the secret set, and it was EPIC:

8/3/03 Secret Set

Set IV: Tower Jam

   I don't really remember any specific jams, but I remember CK5 lighting up the tower and just thinking "Holy shit, those guys are like 300 feet above my head jamming from the old air traffic control tower." These are the things you remember the rest of your life...or at least you remember being there for the rest of your life. IT...that's exactly what IT was. Too bad it always reminded me of the creepy Stephen King novel. Imagine if Phish had played that creepy piano tune that bugged us out the entire movie? Like, if they kept teasing it throughout the entire weekend? I actually never thought of that until just now.

8/3/03

Set I: Daniel Saw the Stone > Saw It Again, PYITE, Army of One, Chalkdust, Wilson, Mike's > Hydrogen > Weekapaug

Set II: Mellow Mood > Ghost > Mountains in the Mist, Pebbles and Marbles, YEM > Chariots of Fire > Loving Cup

Set III: 46 Days, Julius > Lizards, Secret Smile, Antelope

E: GTBT

   Set One highlights included - other than the obvious - double time Chalkdust ending and forgotten and changed lyrics, which prompted a lot of play between band members. Set Two highlights included a rager Mood > Ghost, an "IT" lyric in YEM, and the debut of Chariots Of Fire while our more athletic peers celebrated their Antelope 5K accomplishments. I still remember waking up to piss and seeing one of my friends running in the race. Am I...? Nope, it's just Phish and their phans. Set Three highlights included a MONSTER 46 Days, Lizards, and an appropriate Antelope with Under Pressure teases, which was clearly a band joke after Trey had thanked the crew, the phans, the chef, and then promised an IT:2 with a traffic-free entrance. Typical Phish nonsense; typical Phish mayhem.

Coventry, 8/13-15/04, Newport State Airport, Coventry, VT

   Coventry was supposed to be Phish's "last show". Unlike the first hiatus, in which the band talked about needing a break, the second hiatus seemed more ominous with statements like "need time to work on other projects", "no plans to play in the future", and "Trey's FUCKED UP". Coventry fucking sucked. 52 hours of traffic, people turned away, almost unbearable camping facilities, and worst of all: SHITTY FUCKING MUSIC. My friends and I laughed at not even including Coventry in the review, but we can't deny it happened. So for the second time in this review, I'm just going to list the set lists. No comments. It's my stand against Coventry, for whatever that's worth.

8/13/04

Soundcheck: Jam, Jam, Light UpLight Up Or Leave Me Alone, GinsengGinseng Sullivan (w/ Danny Clinch on harmonica)

8/14/04
Set I: Walls of the Cave > Runaway Jim > Jibboo, YEM > Sample > Axilla, Poor Heart, Antelope, Fire 

Set II:  AC/DC Bag -> 46 Days > Halley's > Ya Mar, Bowie, Character Zero 

Set III: Twist > Wedge, Stash > Free, Guyute, Drowned, Friday

E: Hood

8/15/04

Set I: Mike's > Hydrogen > Weekapaug, Anything But Me, Reba, Carini > Chalkdust > Possum, Wolfman's > Taste

Set II:  DWD > Wading in the Velvet Sea, Glide, Split Open and Melt > Ghost 

Set III:  FEFY, Seven Below> Simple > Piper > Cool Jerk > Dickie Scotland, Wilson, Slave

E: Curtain With

    OK, so I'll say one thing: Remember going home down 91 and seeing all of those abandoned cars all over the side of the highway? That's what I felt like after Coventry. And on top of it all, it felt like we might never get anything else. Wow...holy shit am I glad it turned out differently! PERSPECTIVE, PEOPLE!!! Just think "Super Ball IX" and take a few deep breaths...OK.


Phish 3.0

Festival 8, 10/29/09-11/1/09, Empire Polo Club, Indio, CA

   I hadn't been as excited for a festival since...well, Coventry, I guess, but I knew that it would be impossible for Phish to bomb another festival, so the excitement was at a...hmmm...let's say a Lemonwheel pitch. OK, in Phish's defense there were horrible storms the days preceding Coventry, which made traffic and camping a nightmare for some (OK, most), Trey was not himself (to be PC), and it was a very emotional time for the entire band, hence the lack of musical enlightenment one would expect from the assumed "last shows". Regardless, I was looking for a festival that would remind me of the old days. This was the first time in Phishtory that the band had combine "two of [their] favorite pastimes" by combined a festival with a Halloween show. There had also been hot Internet debate over the album Phish was going to cover for their Musical Costume, and the choices had been whittled down from what seemed like hundreds to a mere few days before the shows.  They had even brewed a beer called Foam for the festivities. Like I said, I was expecting the greatest of things. Not quite positive if I got that, but as you'll read in a minute, it was hardly Phish's fault. Although I had been to 87 shows I had never seen a show west of the Mississippi River. I had also been calling Camel Walk and counting down to Indio on my now-defunct Facebook page for the previous three months leading up to it...every single day. Imagine reading "Only X more days until Camel Walk" every day for over 75 days. It happened to about 150 people. So we hopped on a plane, flew to the Smog City (not sure if it's called that, but it makes sense...it might be called Tinsel Town...it's definitely called The City Of Angels, but I didn't quite find it to be that exactly - where are my Lebowski fans?), picked up our Pebbles 'n' Marbles from our LA friend/connection, and started a caravan to the California desert.
   Once there the worst gate security I had ever experienced tore our car apart. Did I mention the two of them averaged about 73 years. There were times when I thought "I'm going to Scotch tape these two together and take off so they can't keep searching my car. But they were old an easily intimidated - peacefully - so it was no big deal, other than repacking. At least there was no traffic. Once set up the cell started blowing up with all the west coast/mountain kids in town looking to hang out. BIG MISTAKE. Now Cocineros had Swine Flu a few weeks before Indio, but was medically cleared days before Indio to travel and be amongst 50,000+ people...OK, maybe 30,000+ people. Although we blamed him for months, it turns out it was someone else all together. Apparently my mountain friends had a - supposedly former now - buddy who also had Swine Flu, or H1N1 if you feel my dialogue will generate more mass murdering of poor little pigs. Remember October 2009? Dude, it felt like 10% of the country had H1N1 and 75% of them were in California. Whether hyped or not, people did have H1N1 at Indio, and this little douche-bag who was friends with my good friends was one of them. Well I shouldn't have to explain what hanging with a bunch of kids you haven't seen in almost two years - one of whom has H1N1 - will do to a body. And half the crew he was with...yikes.  I did not make it to this soundcheck:

10/29/09 Soundcheck

Set I: Water in the Sky, Sleep Again, Let Me Lie, Invisible, Back on the Train, Driver (acoustic)

Set II: Jam, Undermind > Devil With a Blue Dress On Jam, Starship Trooper Jam, Gone, Liquid Time

At least Friday just felt like bad hang-over, nothing some drinks and a little recreational activity didn't take care of. If I only knew what was coming...

10/30/09

Set I: Party Time, Chalkdust, Moma Dance, NICU, STFTFP, Stash, I Didn't Know, Poor Heart, Cavern, Beauty of a Broken Heart, Ocelot, TTE

Set II: PYITE > DWD > Caspian > Wolfman's > Piper > Joy, Bowie, Hood > Golgi

E: Character Zero


First Set highlights included Party Time, an awesome LA Woman tease in Stash, a hilarious vacuum solo that had Henrietta "blowing and sucking for the first time" in a figure eight shape, followed by a mid-set Cavern. Set Two was unreal at times with a SICK PYITE > DWD > Caspian > Wolfman's > Piper > Joy, which included an unfinished DWD and Bowie, which included references to the next day's Musical Costume. The end through the encore was pretty standard. And I was starting to feel real shitty. By the time crew members were handing out Playbills for the show the next day- confirming rumors of Exile On Main Street - I felt legitimately sick, although by that time I thought it was a hang-over combined with allergies and dust. Wrong. By the time the Musical Costume Set came around, I was glued to one of the picnic tables in the back, half-dead, with hundreds of people asking me every 2 minutes if A) I was OK, and B) Whether I needed a toke or not. I was physically at the Musical Costume Set, but not mentally. I struggled through the Third Set and Encore, but was toast by the end. I had tried a number of really dumb things to try to pull myself out of it, but they only hurt the situation in the long run. At least I rocked out to the First Set:

10/31/09 Halloween

Set I: Sample, Divided Sky, Lawn Boy, KDF, Gin, Coil, Runaway Jim > Possum, Antelope

Set II: Rocks Off > Rip This Joint, Shake Your Hips, Casino Boogie, Tumbling Dice, Sweet Virginia, Torn and Frayed, Sweet Black Angel, Loving Cup, Happy, Turd on the Run, Ventilator Blues> I Just Want To See His Face > Let It Loose, All Down the Line, Stop Breaking Down, Shine a Light, Soul Survivor

Set III:  BDTNL > Fluffhead > Ghost, When the Circus Comes, YEM

E: Suzy Killme...but wait...

Set One read like a greatest hits parade, and if you were tripping, the only thing that saved you from thinking it was 1994 was Kill Devil Falls, which was SICK by the way. During Coil Trey referenced the actual Coil in the art area of the festival grounds, which was definitely one of the highlights of the festival. Notice the lack of weird Phishy festival grounds art like the cheese house, etc.? That's because the artist who helped design those structures for many, if not all, of the previous festivals couldn't be hired because of conflicting schedules; he's back for SBIX! That may have sounded contradictory, but it turns out both artistic styles rocked...but I like Lars better. Set Two, the one in which I was silently dying on a back picnic table, was epic. The band raged Exile On Main Street, horns and all, and rocked so many of the tunes that they've added a few to their "regular" rotation (Torn And Frayed, Shine A Light). If I'd been healthy I'd probably say it ranked up there with Waiting For Columbus as far as a straight rockin' Musical Costume went. It was pretty amazing, at least that's what my ears tell me. Set Three highlights included BDTNL > Fluffhead > Ghost. In one of the the most hilarious and ironic moments of my Phish career, I actually gathered the strength to make into the soundboard area to find our crew just in time for the encore - SUZY FUCKING GREENBERG! Cruel joke? Not this time as it was one of the best Suzies ever played. The horns rocked and Page raged as I remember this Suzy actually being one of the HIGHLIGHTS of the Third Set/Encore. It's funny how that shit works.
   Now keep in mind, I wasn't sick AT ALL when I got to Indio, and whatever I had was already contagious by the first or second day. I can just hear people saying "Why didn't he go to the hospital or leave the camping grounds so he didn't get people sick?" It was too late for that shit. By the time the third day of shows rolled around I was half dead. I hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours, could barely breath or walk, and could hardly go 30 minutes without throwing up in one of the port-o-potties. Not wanting to ruin anyone else time, I just played dumb and said I was too sick to walk around, but I just needed to be left alone. What I needed was serious medicine. By this time my fiance was also sick, as well as a few of our friends (and 33% of the crowd it seemed), and by the time the much-anticipated Acoustic Set came around, I was half-dead under my rental in the 103 degree heat. We managed to literally crawl into the rental and turn on the AC full blast and thought "At least I'll die listening to Phish...what else can one ask for?" In reality we were just extremely sick and unable - smartly - to go to the set in the unbearable heat dehydrated. Besides, you don't want to ruin other people's time, especially when there's nothing you can really do about it. But my wife and I shed a few tears that afternoon, especially during McGrupp...

11/1/09

Set I: Water in the Sky, Back on the Train, Brian and Robert, Invisible, Strange Design, Mountains in the Mist, Curtain With, Army of One, Sleep Again, My Sweet One, Let Me Lie, Bouncin', Train Song, Wilson > McGrupp

E1: Driver, Talk, Secret Smile

Set II: AC/DC Bag > Rift, Jibboo, Heavy Things, Reba, Wedge, Guelah Papyrus, Undermind, Sparkle, Split Open and Melt

Set III:  Tweezer > Maze, Free, Sugar Shack, LxL, Theme > Mike's > 2001 > Light > Slave

E2: Grind, Esther, TweepriZe

   The third show was pretty epic. Although I missed the early afternoon Acoustic Set I was able to listen over The Bunny. There was some funny interplay between (mostly) Trey and the crowd, in which he kept telling the crowd to sit, or stand, or do whatever they wanted. Most people just talked about being confused - call it heatstroke. Either way the First Set - played at noon - was epic as it was one of the first, if not the first, full length acoustic sets. Debuts of Invisible and Sleep Again. Wilson > McGrupp was epic, car tour or not. The Driver was also a tear-jerker as I feel that song - and subsequent pin - describes my life so perfectly in re: to Phish. We grabbed meds from the medic tent and a blanket so that we could at least witness the last two sets by nightfall, and by witness I mean at least my body would be on the concert grounds and not underneath the rental. I remember Sets Two/Three rocking so hard at times that the music actually was powerful enough to lift me off of my blanket and move - for about 10 seconds - until my energy reserves were gone for the moment. Second Set highlights included Reba, Guelah Papyrus, Undermind, and Melt. Set Three highlights included a MONSTER Tweezer > Maze - as I began to fade horribly as I retreated further back into the dust - Sugar Shack (although Trey fucks it up every time) and a Theme > Mike's > 2001 > Light > Slave that was ANYTHING BUT STANDARD. I love the non-standard Mike's Grooves! We were already almost back at the car by the time Phish came on for the encore. I could barely hear Grind, but as soon as we got to our car I could hear Esther. More teary eyes. Not crying, just sadness. My health had fallen victim to a selfish asshole whom I'd never met before; an asshole that didn't have the balls to admit he was sick and couldn't go to Indio. I don't even know this asshole, but apparently he's no longer part of my mountain crew's crew. That dude was responsible for ruining my festival and getting at least 100 people sick. At least. But then again, A LOT of people were sick at Indio, and the weather conditions didn't help us East Coasters (dry, hot, dusty). Perhaps it wasn't that kids fault, but I blame him anyway. By the time we had our shit together, Miguel Cocineros found us, grabbed the keys and said "Let's go, I'm getting you guys a hotel". So we went on to go die in a hotel before miserably traveling home to MA in a trip that seemed to take years. Our recovery took weeks. But the scene - although quite tame on the West Coast - and the music ROCKED.
   And that's what festivals do, they ROCK. Unless we're talking Coventry, these festivals have been some of the best experiences of our lives. The art, the sculptures, the tens of thousands of phans, the fact that we're posted up for 3-4 days, the Shakedown scene - which can spread for a mile or more - the camping villages that pop up everywhere, the wandering souls looking lost at all hours of the weekend, the vending, the times with far-away friends, the bizarre after parties, AND THE FUCKING MUSIC!!! These festivals - unless Mother Nature, drug addictions, and band meta-emotions conspire at once - are the things LEGENDS are made of - for the band, the artists, the crew, and the phans. In almost 150 shows I can say without question that the festivals were the most fun. You get to live a liphe phull of nothing but Phish phor phour days, with no traveling, no stress, just phun. Sorry for the ph-bombs. So as you read through this blog and pack up your shit,  prepare yo'self for yet another epic event. Phish says this one will be the best, and we have every reason to believe them. Remember those signs: Our Purpose Is For Your Delight...you know it.

Super Ball IX, 7/1-3/11, Watkins Glen International, Watkins Glen, NY
Set I: ???

- Trigger Treinta Uno

Trigger31.com

Thanks to the Pharmer's Almanac and Phish.net for the set list and scene memory help, and thanks to Phish for making all of this shit possible in the first place! And a special 'thanks in advance' to the festival crew and Green Crew for setting up and cleaning up. We'll do our part! See you at SBIX!!