[We would like to thank @slewfoot of The Mockingbird Foundation for recapping last night's show. -Ed.]
It seems like many of us are in the midst of big anniversaries for Phish. The growth of the 1993 - 1995 era from theaters to arenas allowed a large number of us to begin our decades long journey around that time. As I ponder that, the Anchorman-inspired quote above both makes me chuckle, yet also feels relevant. Last night marked the 30th Anniversary of when I first saw our favorite band. Back in 1994, I wasn’t sure what to expect on that cold December night in Philadelphia. I was a sophomore in high school and was in the midst of getting deep into the rabbit hole known as The Grateful Dead. Since I arrived to Phish via the Dead world, I had one eyebrow raised in skepticism (because obviously I knew everything at that age). But deep down I was hoping I’d really like the show as an excuse to have another great band to start seeing live. I can’t say I fully “got it” that night but, a few shows later, I certainly did.
Set 1: Sample in a Jar, AC/DC Bag > The Moma Dance > Rift > Prince Caspian, Monsters, Runaway Jim, You Enjoy Myself -> Ghost
Set 2: Bathtub Gin[1] > Ruby Waves, Waste > Fuego > Crosseyed and Painless
Encore: Bold As Love
[1] Unfinished.
Set 1: Simple, Free, Farmhouse, Poor Heart, Tube, Kill Devil Falls, Driver, Reba[1], Oblivion > Run Like an Antelope
Set 2: Back on the Train, Axilla (Part II) > A Wave of Hope > Round Room, I Always Wanted It This Way > Twist > The Mango Song > Blaze On > Cavern > David Bowie
Encore: Mountains in the Mist, Fuck Your Face > 46 Days
[1] No whistling.
and then Add to Home Screen.