, attached to 1997-12-30

Review by Anonymous

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

You know the feeling -  you're on tour, you're running around, you feel run-down, you're grumpy, and you try so very hard to get up but sometimes you don't get there? I was afraid that I was going to be that way when I headed to my seat. I was so tired that I could barely move -  we were out all night on the 29th and ran around the city all day.
So I was afraid. And then the show started with something funky, something that I didn't quite recognize -  it sounds like -  it couldn't be "Sneaking Sally"! My goodness! There was a roar of euphoria for a song that hadn't been played in over eight years (although "Mustang Sally" would have been a lot funnier given the location of the net.gathering earlier that day)! By the end of the set, there were no problems in the world. Wasn't I tired? I didn't remember anymore!
Anyone who has ever traveled with tapers knows that there's usually some deck-spinning in the hotel room after a show. On this night, there was a daisy chain of DATs rolling into the wee hours of the morning. Where to put the tape flips for analogs? How to best fit this night onto some kind of recording medium? WHAT HAD WE JUST HEARD?
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