There is something about being able to stand where you want at show, take your shoes off in the grass if you want at a show, get closer than you've ever been or take the spectacle in from a distance throughout the show, something about not having to go up and down stairs at a show. There is something that happens when lotto luck or a big pocketbook doesn't dictate who is closest to the band. Seeing Phish in a big field is as free as you can be. This is true for our experience, and for the band, too. Both shows have exhibited a freedom and a flow that has been top notch in their recent game. Flow has been the word for the past two shows at Randalls. However-- they are two completely different shows. Randalls 1 charged forward in one of the strongest opening quarters we ever see from the guys, and then turned inward, and the boys led us on a journey that was frenetic and brooding at times, it felt like alot of NYC energy trying to get out of everyone's veins, the urban jungle was pushing the music forward. I loved it, but it felt like the best kind of punishment. My buddy Larry related it to the predator finishing off his victim in the jungle by pulling out his spinal cord. yeah, sounds bout right. Night II was different, the yang to night 1's yin. Exploratory, filled with two sets of flow, but the intensity dominated to the major key and resolved only to go even higher. Night II the band took flight and set the course for the Supermoon rising in the east. "Welcome To Our Joy" was the message the band needed to let us know as we walked in, and the message was delivered on Saturday. They even went over their 11pm curfew to do it. Again and again, Joy is worth a little coin, for us and the band to partake in together.