Such a splendid review methinks. Loved the imagery created and the palette conceived. Dicks being the gift that keeps on giving, this review was the review that kept on giving.

Though thousands of miles away, snuggled nestled in my bed, dozing off late on that second set to the sound of the band engulfing my dreams I abruptly awoke for that raucous GTBT and wondered whether I was still dreaming.

Wondering now should I review the review or the show and I’ll stick to the review because the review nailed the show. There are times when you read something and those Pangs of jealousy permeate your cheeks and inner workings, causing a smiley grimace to erupt from ones face. Reading this review elicited that Pavlovian response from this humble narrator, thanks to that humble narrator. Clearly you have a handle on the English language and the myriad of ways you can bend a phrase or thought, sentence or paragraph to draw from the reader, like some butter from a warm piece of toast, the dribbling drool as we hang on every word.

The Magic that Phish brings, like Invention, as William C. Wonka (and the author of this fine review) have taught us, is “93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple.”

Mahalo Nui,
Matthew