, attached to 2010-08-09

Review by benjaminjam

benjaminjam Acclimation. That's what happened over the course of this show.

Disease was sick, my first Camle Walk was pretty funky and Ocelot continues to grow in sickness. Light or Leave Me Alone show cased everything awesome about this band: great covers, great vocals, great playing and synch.

Trey remarked how everything was so beautiful, pausing for a moment before tenderly starting Summer of '89, which was a first for me. This song has a lot of potential to rip your heart out and I think that Phish will find a way to do it. They did seem to struggle a bit with some of the transitions and the build never found it's feel, but it's there.

The last four songs were all solid versions, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Fishman was struggling the most with acclimating in the band. He seemed a bit off and jumped in early a couple of times or lost the beat. A long set break was welcomed.

Sand was down right dirty. It just kept getting better and better until for a moment I thought we were going into Scent of a Mule, but it was Backwards Down the Number Line (which I like, I just love me some Mule...that came out wrong). This was a solid version that brought us back from space and back to Colorado. It rolled solidly into Prince Caspian.

I haven't listened to the show yet again, but I'm-a-gonna look for that Mind Left Body jam out of Caspian. A short, solid and somehow still jammed out Tweezer took us into a Boogie On that shook the trees on the mountains. From there we danced and jived our way through a crashing Piper that featured the older build-lull-build intro and segued flawlessly into a song I think is great.

Mountains in the Mist was most likely on everyone's list of something we'd get in the craggy-peaked town we were inhabiting. But I'd be amazed if anyone would ever place it late in the second set and jammed into out of Piper. True to it's unique beginning, this Mountains is a little heavier than most, lilting versions.

What was left of our collective psyche was rendered delirious by a tight, sick, David Bowie. A David Bowie that left us dazed as the band payed homage to the Fab Four with a decent version of A Day in the Life.

Quinn brought us back to life (another first of many on this short tour I was one, 1 night in Berkley and Telluride) and was a real fun version with Mike mugging a bit (as he do, as he do).

Just so you know, both me and my buddy Matt were rocked so hard by this set, we had forgotten they had (quickly) played Tweezer and so were slightly surprised by the Tweezer Reprise. Always a blast, this one seemed to verberate of the rock itself.


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