I was at this show and it was awesome. ;D

I bought a ticket last minute just so I could hear YEM, cause I knew they had to play it. That song is brilliant to witness live, time and time again. Maybe it was the two hits of Lucy I ingested, but the screaming build up and subsequent release into "Boy, Man, God, Shit" just felt like one gigantic collective group orgasm. I'm gonna cry my eyes out the day this band finally finishes playing forever. A sad day that will be....so everyone that complains all the damn time about every small insignificant detail that disappoints their perceptual faculties needs to use their brain a little and remember that one of these 4 guys will die at some point soon, and when that happens there will be no Phish 4.0. There will be no Phish. It will just be done forever.

So to every fan who doesn't keep the inevitable and final death of this scene in the front of their minds when they see the band live, do yourself the favor of remembering so that you might actually break out of your negativity box and enjoy the beauty of the music. It brings the entire scene down a notch when you open your mouth and speak. Trust me, if you tend to be negative, a lot of people really don't like your emphasis on the dark side of contrast, but being that the Phish scene is generally full of positive people, these people probably will never tell you to your face that your opinions are destroying the very scene that you pretend to embrace. Please, can every fake Phish fan just shut the f*ck up with the negative talk. If you don't like the music, why, in God's name, would you still attend shows? I think I speak for a lot of people when I say we don't need you around if your not gonna bring the mood up in the scene.

Just stay home, watch the webcast alone, complain to yourself about how the music is never up to par, and then go kill yourself, survive the bardo, and maybe if you're lucky you'll be reborn at the tail end of the 20th Century so you can see Phish 1.0 play at Nectar's. After that Nectars show is over, maybe you'll get lucky and remember your last past life when you were a dousche bag complaining about everything in a highly obnoxious detail oriented fashion, and then in your state of zen enlightenment you can try hitting on a local college cutie at the bar, saying, "Hey babe, I remember my past life, which actually took place in the future, and honestly, it's been all down hill for the band ever since they stopped playing Nectar's. Don't get me wrong, I love the band, but for me loving things means hating them. I'm also a fan of logic, and things making sense. Wanna buy a monkey?"