Well we drove out from Virginia to do this summer 95 tour. We opted to skip Boise the night before because it was just too damn far. So we took our time (I was 19, fresh out of high school) and drove across the US, sleeping anywhere we could find and getting yelled at a lot. Finally we pull up to the beautiful town of Park City and drive up a mountain to the base of the Wolf Mountain ski area. It is the day of the show and the place is deserted. My first thought is, "wow, phish must be pretty small out here." My buddy, Speedy, was wiser. He thought the show was cancelled. So we explore the office and find an old timer that tells us the show was moved down to SLC. We find out it is only an hour away and down the hill we blaze, blasting Cornell 77 in preparation for the show ahead.

Down in SLC, the parking situation is odd, we end up parking in a lot that seems to be filled with commuters who work downtown. In fact as 5:00 rolls around, many people in suits stream into the lot. I remember thinking it was an odd intersection of cultures.

We meet a guy in a conversion van who came from the boise show using a brick on the accelerator as his cruise control. He tells us about the new songs and hooks us up with some brain expanders.

Inside, the coliseum was half full, but for some reason our seats were still nosebleed. I had a hard time hearing the music, and this took away from my immersion in the scene. This was when phish was heavy into the tension and release, and I remember thinking that this would get old if the whole tour followed the exact same pattern. Red Rocks, night two, set one YEM really proved me wrong on that thought. They really broke through a wall on that song, check it out.

Well, sorry this review is kinda lame....