(Published in the second edition of The Phish Companion...)

I would have expected nothing less than a shitty, overcast day in Cincinnati, OH to celebrate my 100th show with the boys. And that's exactly what I got outside....however, inside the U.S. Bank Arena this night was completely different story. I have often said to my kidz that the colder and shittier the weather outside a show, the hotter it is going to be inside musically. They all look at me like I am crazy (some truth there) and say "shut up." I haven't heard those words again since this show.
The first set opened with a blistering trio: “Wilson” > “Frankenstein” -> “Down With Disease”. “Frankenstein”'s appearance this early in the show made my ears perk up just a little more than usual. “Disease” was especially hot, with the boys nailing one of those "firing on all 4 cylinders, locked in" type of jams.
Following this was "Lifeboy." I don't care what anyone says, I love this song. It was especially nice to hear it at my 100th show since they played it a lot at my first couple. It was also extra special to be around all my kidz again during this one because the last year since I graduated, "God was certainly not listening to what I said". Anyway, Page shines on this version. Keep this in the rotation boys.
Set II was where things really got rolling. "Mike's Song" kicked off the set. Welcome to Cincy everybody, the most underrated stop on tour. Following a "I am H2" tease by Fish, "Free" was busted out. Next was an always beautiful "Waste", which eventually found its way into "2001." Excuse me, this is where I put my pen down and try my best to breakdance.
The encore was "Velvet Sea" which I really didn't mind as I closed my eyes and was overwhelmed with all of the memories, thoughts, kidz, and emotions that I had been through 100 times with my favorite band in the world. Thanks to all of you who I've met and shared them with along the way. You know who you are. Here's to another hundred.

(Published in the second edition of The Phish Companion...)

This show is overshadowed by the following night, and people say it looks better on paper than it really was. But any show that opens with “Wilson” followed by “Frankenstein” is my kind of show: EVIL. The energy in that place made gave me goosebumps. Mike laid it down in the “Free” jam and Trey was hitting evil cords which made me grit my teeth.. This was my favorite show of February, topping Vegas and Greensboro.
Evil Phish is good Phish.
Dave Gulden

(Published in the second edition of The Phish Companion...)

I didn’t know it was going to be like that. Six and a half years since I first saw the band, and two and a half years since my hiatus began, Phish was back in my life. I headed to Cincinnati, excited about my first show since the band had ended its self-imposed exile. I knew it was gonna be good. I presumed it would be great. But I didn’t realize the power and ferocity with which the four of them would destroy me and everyone else packed into a hot and smoky US Bank Arena on a chilly Friday night in Cincinnati.
A few minutes before eight, the lights dropped and the crowd roared with intensity as the fab four emerged from the tunnel behind the stage. The opening notes of “Wilson” resonated twice before the crowd’s screams shifted into the familiar “Wilson!” chant, and the show was off. The band was rocking and Trey’s crunchy and in your face guitar led the way through a quick run-through of the tune, as a wide smile spread on my face and my feet started moving. Practically on the last note of “Wilson”, Trey tore into “Frankenstein” without missing a beat and it was evident we were in for a full-on rock fest.
After the close of that tune, the familiar white noise that precedes “Down With Disease” began to fill the arena as the crowd, which never stopped moving for a second the whole night, bristled with anticipation. They were not let down as Mike stepped up and thundered forth the opening bass lick with reckless abandon. This led into the night’s first exploratory moment as the band tore off on a pulsating funky jam that would continue for about fifteen minutes of high paced action before Trey brought the band back in with the song’s trademark lick.
After the jam which preceded it, “Lifeboy”, not played since 1998, was the perfect breather song, as the band took a moment to cool their jets after the rocket-like opening to the show. The overlapping melodies provided by the guitar, bass and piano filtered out over the arena as the band played this one with subtle beauty. I was thinking that Trey was right when he said that there is something amazing about a slow song in a big room.
Things weren’t cooled off for long when Mike stepped up and began popping out a funkified lick and Fishman dropped in to kick off “Boogie On Reggae Woman”. Trey seemed a little unsure of the lyrics, but there was little to worry about because the band was kicking. Page and Mike took turns at funk breakdowns while Trey and Fishman started and stopped the groove. The whole time, Kuroda’s light’s shown down on the crowded floor screaming in ecstasy at each turn.
As the outro to “Boogie On” petered out, Trey began chording out the familiar intro to “Run Like An Antelope”. The crowd began to pick up and roar in approval as Fishman joined in on the woodblocks and Page bounced pleasantly along on the piano. Then after the tension had been built and the table had been set, it was all knocked down by one crashing guitar chord and Kuroda’s spiraling light show. The band kicked it into the high gear and those in attendance were on a wild ride. The pace of the jam was that of a runaway train hurdling downhill with its brakes out, and just when you thought they would drop into the familiar stops again, they kept pushing forward. Finally the pace slowed and Mike thumped out his bouncy line. Trey held out “Marco” extra long before dropping into the song’s closing portion, with the crowd prancing to and fro, echoing the band’s repetition of the song’s final line. As Trey hit the last note and Fishman rode the cymbals, the crowd screamed its approval.
I figured that the band would have nothing left in store for us, as they put down their instruments and began to head off stage, until they motioned for their a cappella microphone and Page, Mike and Trey huddled on the corner of the stage. Henrietta, straight to Cincinnati via Outer Mongolia strode behind his riser in search of vacuum as the rest of the band started up “I Didn’t Know”. Their barbershop styling were a little rusty, but no one in the house cared as Fishman offered us a spirited vacuum solo as the remaining three members of the band pranced around him waving their fingers and arms, even kneeling at his feet as he let loose with some lively electrolux sounds. With that, the band bowed and took their setbreak, one the exhausted but energetic audience needed as well.
Setbreak seemed to fly by as heads around me buzzed about the high-energy set they had just witnessed. Once the band emerged again, and took their places. Trey began to noodle around a bit when suddenly, before the crowd could really notice what was happening, he dropped into the trademark opening lick of “Mike’s Song”. The arena erupted with raucous joy as the band hit the groove and Kuroda bounced light around the arena. I began to think about how much I had missed the band in recent years, and almost cried at the realization that I didn’t even know how much until right then. The jam took off on a funky and dark undulating tone and I was filled with happiness at the realization that the magic was back in my life. As the band slowed the groove, it seemed that some began to start “I am Hydrogen”, which I was dying for, but instead Trey chimed in with a loud guitar chord and started up “Free”.
When Trey roared into the intro lick the crowd matched it in intensity. They danced and waved their arms, some sang along loudly, each time returning the energy in the arena right back to the stage from whence it came. The band let loose with blistering tenacity, before bringing the final jam back to a stop, while Mr. Anastasio could quiet the room with the opening guitar pattern of “Waste”.
The classic Phish ballad acted as a good cool down song, but didn’t stay that way for long with the rhythm building back during Trey’s solo, Mike, Jon, and Page linking up underneath him. As the song began to trail off, Trey and Page each noodled quietly, when, as if to say, “Hey, let’s play something, it’s my turn to pick,” Fishman dropped into the tell tale opening drumbeat of “2001”. They crowd heartily agreed and bobbed together in beat as Trey and the others took their time sliding into their parts of the song. Trey’s teases of Bach and “Stash”, were well played and entertaining as he wove those other melodies on top of the undulating funk sound created by the other three.
Then, at the close of “2001”, as if things just hadn’t been good enough, Fishman dropped the band into “Harry Hood”, a song with profound personal meaning to me. I felt the tears well back again as I began to dance with abandon. I lost track of myself, and began to wonder why I hadn’t realized how much I missed this. During the latter part of the Hiatus I almost began to get used to Phish being no more. I was at my forty ninth show, but it felt like my first. I didn’t keep a detailed setlist like I usually do. I just danced, I smiled, and I didn’t give a rat’s ass what song they played next because I was just so goddamn grateful to have them back. Later, when I listen to the official release, I could tell you if it was a good
“Hood”, or a so-so one, but I know that as I looked down on the band from the upper level US Bank Arena, I didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.
“All of These Dreams” was next, and I know I needed a breather, and as far as Round Room songs go, I think it’s one of the better ones. “Possum” built the energy back up and the band took off on a tight rockin’ pace which rollicked and rolled as there wasn’t an ass in the crowd in their seats. “Cavern” closed the set, and seemed a little rough at times, especially in the beginning, but by the time the band reached the closing refrain they had everything ironed out. As the band put down their instruments and exited the stage someone threw their shoes onstage. I laughed to myself, since that’s just about the opposite of what the band tells you to do, but to each their own.
The “Wading in the Velvet Sea” encore didn’t go over too well with some I talked to in the lots after the show, but it sat fine with me. I think that song, the album version especially, is a quietly beautiful song which pulls at the heartstrings without much razzle dazzle from the band. I was reminded of the Big Cypress version, in the tail end of the all night set, in which the band was so exhausted you could hear it in their playing, and Trey’s voice was almost cracking. This one felt very much the same way: a quiet farewell after a night that left me drained, physically and emotionally.
After the show I lingered a bit, not quite wanting to leave, but knowing that I would be back the next night. It just felt so good to stand in a smoky, but now lit, arena filled with happy fans sharing in the post show glow. Many of them were seeing the band for the first time in years, some for the first time ever, but everyone knew they had just seen a special show. As we filtered out into the cold and snowy Cincinnati night, someone held aloft a sign that simply said, “Smile”. As if we needed a sign to remind us.