This was my first Phish show. After seeing the Grateful Dead quite a few times, I was slightly aprehensive with a megaphone-toting, trampoline-bouncing, secret language-having band from Vermont. My roots felt more down to Earth... This show was one of the foundation stones of who I am today. From a song about a turquoise mountain (and some subsatnce known as "blastoplast") to another about running like an antelope, out of control, I was completely mesmerized.
From seeing the Dead continually drift apart at this time, I was filled with joy to see a band like Phish, with such cohesion, have so much fun together. I have only had 3 TMWSIYs but each time I hear it, it brings me back to this day... this day that I decided was so perfect, i could never go to another Phish show again. So as not to have an opportunity to taint it. Three years later something really special happened in Plattsburg, New York: the true journey of my life began