First, Meatballs:

I loved your review until you named Disease. You lost points for reviewing the wrong event.

But that's Phish on certain nights. You got it right.

Here's my couch-tour take.

Great energy tonight. I came on board before the Gin, and the organ solo on Funky Bitch sounded just fine. Gin was no invention a'la 6/29/12, and at under 10 minutes, it was less than standard. Fluffhead, on the other hand, sounded incredible. Great Fluff!

Alumni was full of enthusiasm, and Trey only played half of Jimmy Page, throwing the band into bumpy trainwreck territory. The mistake lead to some great banter, stories history, Tube and My Sweet One.

Bowie had another old-school virtually non-existant high-hat intro, and was essentially standard, although the energy was way higher than the usual. Roaring Bowie nailed to a T, but standard in length and form.

Set 2: The band put a challenge to SF3, but didn't match it. There were points of superior energy, but the flow and consistency wasn't quite there. Cross-eyed was another brilliant take, McGrupp a surprise, Mike's had some great Cross-eyed quotes, a second consecutive Bouncin' to follow, Axilla kept the energy rising, and then Tweezer blasted off into type II trance dance. Brilliantly done! Hood was what a standard Hood used to be, and the Horse Silent Weekapaug was a rest period that ended half way through Weekapaug, threatening to boil over. Suzy was nothing more than a great version.

Encore: A pure explosion of energy. Tweezer Reprise should be considered as a candidate for best ever. And the former assumed its old place in the encore slot. Ridiculous ending to the evening, and a good sign that some crazy music is on the way for the remainder of the tour.