, attached to 1996-08-10

Review by wurm79

wurm79 I had started listening to phish just after I went to see the dead in the summer of 95'. A friend of mine's brother was listening to them, and once I heard them I was hooked. I missed the fall 95' tour when it came through my area, so once I heard about that the summer tour was only going to be a few shows, I made sure I wouldn't miss them coming back around. Alpine Valley was the show, and my what a memory it was. I remember the talk up to it that it was the biggest shows ever, until a week later at Plattsburgh.

I was sixteen years old at the time. Five of my friends, and myself crammed in my buddies 86' buick regal named "skunky". I think it was named that after the odors that came from it. Anyway, we drove from Peoria Illinois till we reached the town of East Troy. We stopped in the town at the square where everyone was chilling since it was early. We smoked and walked around. I remember a small drum circle in the center of the square, and a guy playing Fee on acoustic guitar.

We then left the town and made our way to the parking lot. This was my first time to alpine valley so when I saw the parking lot it seemed like it went on forever, which it did. We got a parking spot and then immediately went for a walk. We all did our our own little journeys through the lot and I picked up some shrooms and some of my friends got some lysergic. That being said, you know were this is going. BONKERS CRAZY!!!

We had all started tripping by showtime. Once the band took the stage you could hear trey with the my friend, my friend noodling on his guitar. For me, this was the ultimate phish song to hear live and perfect for the first, I might add. The energy kept building in that song, and then takes a crazy twist in the middle. The Wilson, Fluffhead, and Harry Hood noticeable highlights. I hardly remember the rest, but I know for sure I was on a journey through the cosmos. What a show! I hope that one day this will get a livephish sbd release some day. The audience copies floating around just don't give it justice. Everything was played perfect that night, or maybe it was just the shrooms. I don't know! You be the judge!


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