[We would like to thank Mark C. Lynch (@Mondo_Butts) for recapping last night's show. -Ed.]
Fade in.
The sun dips in the west, behind the crowd at the Hollywood Bowl, like a child playing peekaboo with his uncle. The trees dance in unison on the horizon. The hills surround the amphitheater like a womb protecting its young. The air is thick. Not with smog or burning embers, but with excitement and anticipation. This is the town where magic happens. Where legends are made and hearts are broken. This is the golden hour, and Phish at the Hollywood Bowl is our feature presentation.
Welcome to Hollywood! What’s your dream? My Phish dream was fulfilled once again with another magnificent showing last night from the Vermont quartet, in one of the greatest venues in all the land.
Set 1: The Landlady, Cavern > Llama, Sand, The Lizards, Hey Stranger > Timber (Jerry the Mule), Joy, Most Events Aren't Planned
Set 2: More, You Enjoy Myself -> Twist > Kill Devil Falls > Lifeboy > Also Sprach Zarathustra > Say It To Me S.A.N.T.O.S.
Encore: Fuego
Set 1: Runaway Jim, Blaze On, Martian Monster > Birds of a Feather, 555, Divided Sky, Ether Edge > The Squirming Coil
Set 2: AC/DC Bag > Life Saving Gun > The Howling > Oblivion -> Run Like an Antelope, Beneath a Sea of Stars Part 1 > Everything's Right
Encore: Taste, About to Run, Slave to the Traffic Light
[We would like to thank Willie Orbison (@TwelveThousandMotherfker) for recapping last night's show. -Ed.]
There are a few things every .net recapper must have when attending a show: an open mind, a positive attitude, and a pen. And though I had two of the three as I made my way into one of the grandest venues in Phishdom last night, I spent the first half hour of my journey through the cosmos looking for something to write with.
When I asked a few of the kind people working behind cash registers – or, more accurately, chaperoning the robots we actually do business with – the looks on their faces betrayed a level of incredulity usually reserved for questionable dance moves or our attempts to communicate at setbreak.
“A pen?” I might as well have asked for magic beans. But I already had those in my pocket.
Anyway, a very stoned maitre’d at one of the restaurants on the concourse hooked me up, and I was officially ready to rad out with my pad out (that’s not a phrase) on a beautiful, if cool, evening in Los Angeles.
and then Add to Home Screen.