Lostajibboo, I totally get where you're coming from. I first saw this band as a wide-eyed, eager to try anything 15 year old boy in the summer of 1997. What happened to me that day at Star Lake Amphitheatre in Burgettstown, PA is something I will never forget. I remember being moved not only by the music, but also by the people we met and the entire scene that I had become a part of. The more shows I started going to, the more I grew to love them. Then came the 2000 tour, and the announcement that the boys were going to take a hiatus. OK, I thought. Nothing to worry about. As soon as they came back I was as excited as ever. This is where the story changes. I began to grow away from Phish, started branching my musical horizons until I got to a point where (gasp!) I didn't care if I'd ever listen to Phish again. Completely put them in the back of my mind. Then one blistering cold North Dakota winter morning, I got in my car and took a trip to the local record store. One of the albums I picked up was Joy. After listening to it once, I remember commenting on how overly happy the whole album was (not a bad thing!). The more and more I listened to it, the more and more I dug it. Pretty soon I was digging up old bootlegs and latching on to whatever remnants of Live Phishery I had left from my past. Then, the moment arrived. I was in Charlotte on 7/2/10 for my first Phish show in over a decade. From the first notes of "Buried Alive" to the last strum of "A Day in the Life" I was more captivated and enthralled by Phish than I ever imagined. The level of virtuosity exhibited by the boys left me in shock and awe. As a 29 year old college graduate, people still wonder why I still choose to go to Phish shows, and the reason is simple: "Despite all the complications, you know you could just dance to that rock and roll station...and it was allright!"