[FunkyCFunkyDo reminds you that in spite of the facts that his ensuing opinions are irrefutably accurate representations of the show, inarguably precise analysis of the show, and among the funniest things you’ve ever read (related and unrelated to the show), they do not necessarily reflect the opinions of the all-volunteer staff at phish.net or The Mockingbird Foundation. This is because even though you/they all suck at Phish, no one sucks at Phish more than Funky.]

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The following is a comprehensive list of all the places I have slept after a Phish show: on the grass under my old 2007 Honda Civic, on the grass next to my old Honda Civic, inside my old Honda Civic; in a camping chair, in a tent with more rips than seams, under a tarp I made into a “tent” somehow/kind of/not really, in a real tent, in a fully-enclosed 10x10 EZ-Up “bedroom” I made with tapestries, bungee cords, duct tape, an air mattress, and reflective fabric to keep the sun out (#protour); on the floor of a very suspicious Las Vegas Motel 6, in an actual bed in a dingy Las Vegas hotel, in an actual bed in a mediocre Las Vegas hotel, in an actual bed in a pretty nice Las Vegas hotel; in various New York hotel rooms that were smaller than your phone; in assorted banal hotels/motels/Air BnBs; in a highly-suspect Air BnB that was most likely run by criminals, in a perfectly-beige Air BnB that was most likely run by Mormons, in a swanky-as-fuck Air BnB that was most likely run by swingers; on a friend’s floor, on a friend’s couch, at my aunt and uncle’s house, at my cousin’s condo, at my brother’s house, at the literal former McDonald’s CEO’s mansion on Lake Geneva (thanks Cactus Crew, #premiumprotour); at the airport (kind of), and, of course, like all good Phish fans, there have been quite a few nights where I have not slept at all (#eliteprotour.) Oh, and there was that one time after my very first Phish show (2.14.03) when I was 16 years old and my oldest brother (RIP Ryan) bought me a golfball-sized gooball from the nice gooball man in the parking lot, who clearly and deliberately instructed us to split it amongst friends, and my brother immediately overrode the nice gooball man and told me to eat it all – which I did – and details are fuzzy on where I slept that night. That’s where it all began, mom and dad. Sorry not sorry.

The all-volunteer Mockingbird Foundation has announced a $5,000 unsolicited grant to the Los Angeles Unified School District (LAUSD) instrument repair shop, through the LAUSD Education Foundation. This incredible entity was featured in the short documentary The Last Repair Shop, which won an Oscar last year.

It’s a small shop with a tight group of repair techs who maintain over 80,000 instruments for students and music programs in the LA District. Despite the area wildfires, the shop was unaffected and has continued to function uninterrupted. However, they’re in the midst of personnel transitions and need to hire and train new staff to keep the shop running. This grant represents one fourth of their current $20K goal.

Set 1: 46 Days, The Moma Dance > Cities -> Plasma, Bouncing Around the Room, Sigma Oasis, Run Like an Antelope > Say It To Me S.A.N.T.O.S.

Set 2: A Wave of Hope > Twist > Scents and Subtle Sounds > Everything's Right -> Boogie On Reggae Woman > Also Sprach Zarathustra > A Life Beyond The Dream > Harry Hood

Encore: Wilson > Slave to the Traffic Light

[We would like to thank Brad Strode (@c_wallob) for recapping last night's show. -Ed.]

First of all, I would like to thank the inimitable @zzyzx for his excellent write-up of Night 1, and for all the work he’s done for stat nerds like me. My Seattle story is the opposite of Mr. Zzyzx. While he moved here 30 years ago, I grew up in the Seattle area (about 30 miles North in the little town of Snohomish) before moving to Boston and then to North Carolina, where I have lived for 20 years. My memories of the Seattle Center run deep; way back to the days of the Fun Forrest and the Seattle Coliseum (followed by Key Arena), and school field trips to the Pacific Science Center. Needless to say, it is quite an experience to return all these years later with my wife, our 2 dogs (Stormy and Stella Blue), and our Phish family to enjoy our favorite band.

Saturday continued the “fooler” weekend, offering phans comfortable temperatures and dry conditions to enjoy some time at the Seattle Center fountain and surrounding plazas before the show. The vibes on both Friday and Saturday were excellent. Apart from some issues with the size of bags being strictly enforced, everything about the Climate Pledge Arena experience was fairly easy and carefree. A friend who joined me on Friday night for her second Phish show ever noted, “It just seems like everyone is really happy to be here.” I couldn’t agree more. I love everything about this (and Happy Birthday TS).