My first show ever. I was 20 years old at the time, attending Virginia Tech. Two buddies and I drove from Blacksburg the day before, crashed in Connecticut for a few hours, then drove over to Long Island for the show. I'd listened to plenty of tapes so I had an idea of what to expect. But what I've learned from the Phish is that you don't just show up and it hits you. Or at least, that's not what happened to me. I had to pay attention. I had to watch the stage. I had to look at the lights. I had to keep track of what was going on.

I remember the Stash being powerful, as was the Simple and the Wolfmans. Right before they hit the first note in the second set, the guy next to me called PYITE. I didn't know how he knew that. But now I can do it about 75 percent of the time, and you get the best looks from the Noobs when you call it.

Everyone talks about the second night, which was legendary, for sure. But the banter before Birds, and to get a debut at my first show is something special I will always have.