Holy Heads! Holy Ice Billy! Holy Slave! Holy Timber Tube! Holy Holy Reggae Woman! This night was truly an inspirational "religious" Phish experience. Easily my all time favorite even competing with Big Cypress and the Lemonwheel. I don't really think the magic of this show is in the selection of songs which seems to be the reason many phans choose this as a favorite. The magic was in the ambiance. In the air. Whatever channels these 4 travelers are able to open when fully connected and sharing, seemed to be blown wide open by a strong wind from the universe sending Phish on a journey I don't believe anyone, especially the band, was expecting or trying to traverse. The segues somehow seem completely composed, as if they were writing and preparing the 1st set for months. Trey and Mike kick it off playing as one single entity, birthing Psycho Killer from some deep subconscious place, and right away, everyone involved started to feel the pull. Phish could've went ahead without even beginning another song and the music would've woven new unexplored tapestries. The music was alive and creating itself, it had a will of its own. The musicians had no choice but to hold on and try to keep up. No other band alive can deliver such pure, spiritual sound. Amen.