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

Back to the World Trade Center a year later. The show was sold out. Ticketless friends of mine spent two hours telling tales of woe and fame to the poor woman in the ticket booth, who finally gave them tickets just to get rid of them.
There were about three to five times as many folks this year, compared to the year before. The stage was set up near the back of the room, while the year before, the stage had been set up near the middle of the room. Phish didn't go on until pretty late due to the opening band, Chucklehead, overstaying their welcome. The show itself was fairly lackluster, save for a good Antelope to close the show. After the "Antelope", the band got off the stage and was discussing possible encores, while my friends and I were standing right there making our suggestions. Unexpectedly, the house lights came on. The band took the hint, and thus ended the anticlimactic New Year's Eve of 1990.