, attached to 1999-07-24

Review by deceasedlavy

deceasedlavy After being a fan for five years, this was the show where I finally GOT it. There was something about "Guyute" that enraptured me. Then, "Fluffhead". I wish I had kept track of how many times my friend asked, "What song is this now?" and we'd say, "It's still 'Fluffhead', Jim." It was my first experience with the neverending jam I never wanted to end. They were diving into incongruous, non sequitur jams all night--some might say to make up for Trey's erratic playing of his compositions. If so, I'll take it. Phish was about fucking with heads, being unpredictable. I didn't know TMWSIY, nor did I recognize "Catapult" in that woozy "Tweezer", nor (obviously) the evil, grinding ambience of "THWADS". It all felt like nightmarish spontaneous creation right down to the nutty start/stop "Chalk Dust" and I was hooked. I had never heard "Alumni" and, having just graduated college feeling pretty bewildered about my prospects, all I could do was laugh my ass off with a mixture of dread and delight concerning my future and Trey clairvoyantly needling me about it. As we walked to the lots in various degrees of daze some of us were elated and some were bitching. I listen to this show now and it still electrifies all of my senses with the exact memories of what it was like to leave the world of non-Phish-obsession behind for good.


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