Superb review! I raged this show solo in my living room on couch tour, but spent very little time on said couch. The family was away and I had a fantastic day of uninterrupted boy tasks - amazing Breakfast at Wimbledon, pool vacuuming in the sunshine, even fit in watching the replay of this years’ Pats vs. KC Chiefs playoff game. But nothing prepared me for the onslaught of emotion brought on by my favorite band in the world.

I felt satisfied having only caught SPAC and Fenway this tour - got to hear them integrate new material, got to wrangle with the obligatory rain issues, even had stellar moments of solid jamming and unexpected hijinks. But last night was a whole different animal. I had chills travel up my spine, teary moments harkening back on my 26 years of dedication and experience with these fools, laugh out loud instances that solidify my love for 4 dorky goofballs (a love that can not be explained to the uninitiated.)

I needed last night. I needed it to play out exactly as it did. I needed to dance in my underwear, needed to cry tears of nostalgic reverie, needed to text my wife In the middle of the night to tell her what had happened, needed the reminder to NEVER ever miss a Sunday show. This was one for the record books. This is why on every level I love being a crazy Phish fan. Pretty stoked to mow the lawn this afternoon while belting out nonsensical lyrics and laughing about drool, catapults, and looking for owls.