, attached to 1994-07-08

Review by flatbottomfrank

flatbottomfrank Jones Beach 93 was my first show and I knew not what to expect. Greatwoods was my second show, and though I thought I was prepared I will admit I was floored. Llama was electric and intense, then the sirens. Its been almost 20 years yet this show still is my most memorable though the funny stamps I licked were fogging my mind the "trip" through Gamehenge was as intense of a journey as I have ever been through. I was convinced Phish was doing more than playing music. It felt like they owned the entire atmosphere, even controlling the traffic through the skies above. As I write this I am listening to the show for the first time in years, and its all so fresh almost frightning. I had no idea what Gamehenge was, I had heard The Lizards and Wilson before from the couple of bootleg tapes I was lucky to get my hands on (being the only person I knew in Oklahoma at the time who even knew who Phish was). The narration and songs truly took me away into the land of Gamehenge. I spent setbreak wandering about the venue completely lost, seperated from my friends who I had drug along to the show. Second set began with my favorite song of those years Rift, and temporarilly was brought back to earth. As the second set progressed Its Ice took me away again as it always has, then YEM totally destroyed me bringing with it a strange fear and anxiety. I began to feel as if the band was sending forth secret messages wrapped and encoded in sounds. The message I recieved was to loose my load. I began to get rid of all possesions, my shoes, my belt, my shirt, my sun glasses (luckily I wasn't carrying my wallet). The intense strobes during Frankenstein pushed me over the edge and I felt I had to leave, but as I neared the exit Julious began with the phrase echoing in my mind "dont take another step". I returned and decided it best I try and find my companions, which turns out they had already found me. I stood almost naked holding the one thing that was left in my pockets, my ticket stub, and again phrases were repeated through my mind as they were busting out Golgi "I saw you with a ticket stub in your hand". At this point I was thourghly convinced that Phish was all powerfull wizards of sight and sound, I sat down around my friends and as I began to find the articles of clothing that I had discarded earlier putting my birks back on my feet yet another phrase came bouncing through my head "whatever you do take care of your shoes". It was a strange and long trip back but I was forever hooked at that moment. No show since has proved to be as powerful or meaningful. I went home to Oklahoma with connections to get regular tape trades in the mail, soon after I discovered the old news group phish.net, until 2010 I never missed seeing Phish at least a few times every year having to drive all over the country to catch shows. Now this summer for the first time ever I only have to travel 85 miles to Oklahoma City to see Phish play in OK for the first time, Im so freaking pumped. Maybe we will get another Gamehenge in the perfect venue for it.


Phish.net is a non-commercial project run by Phish fans and for Phish fans under the auspices of the all-volunteer, non-profit Mockingbird Foundation.

This project serves to compile, preserve, and protect encyclopedic information about Phish and their music.

Credits | Terms Of Use | Legal | DMCA

© 1990-2024  The Mockingbird Foundation, Inc. | Hosted by Linode