Agree with the last two paragraphs fully, and the part about the whole affair being a Irish wake for my Phish friends and me, looking around the old skoolers tarp we had with tears in my eyes for all my decades + of friends whose vacations would no longer be coordinated by tour schedules.

But the music? Not so much. As you said, it was witness to an acrimonious onstage divorce. A trainwreck for the most part whose few salvageable moments are a few pearls in a dunghill.

Hopefully, you can hate on Coventry (the music at least) and still love the Phish.