The first track I ever heard from Phish was on a mix tape I stole off a fraternity brother that simply said "Phish" on it. It turned out to be cuts from A Live One.

I used to listen to the tape while walking around delivering papers in nice NJ neighborhoods during a summer job I had. End to end, over and over. I wore the thing out.

The Harry Hood from this show is what turned me into a Phishhead. I would listen to it and rewind several times per day, savoring each detail and nuance of the performance. It was that good. As a kid who came of age in the late 80s and early 90s, I thought, "Man. Finally, a band that plays their instruments. And isn't afraid to just PLAY them until they feel they're done. This sh*t rules."

There was no turning back after hearing it. And I am thankful.