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

Why is it that everything seems the same after a while? Same nine to five job. Same people. Same roads. Same trees. Same band.
What was that last festival? The Great Lemon Ball? Oh, whatever…they all blend together after awhile. Same people, same scenery…but the same improv?! Ahh…the best part about this band is that they never play the same exact thing twice. For better or for worse, as much as the people are the same, the band is the same, the scenery is the same, the food is the same, the life away from the scene is the same, at least there is one redeeming quality.
Though they disappoint us sometimes, the last set on the second say of Oswego was phenomenal and worth waiting through three days of one hundred degree sweltering heat. And then we left in the middle of it.