Last night's show was one of the best I've ever seen. The crowd was completely different than the other three nights, more so than the usual Saturday / Sunday turnover. Everything felt right from the beginning. Rain was in the forecast, but it never came during the show. At Slave's triumphant peak, a brisk breeze came pulsing through the island, more that any other time all weekend, proving that on some magical nights, Phish can even control the weather.
Everyone I talked to and overheard was floored by the connectedness of the band and crowd last night. This wasn't a raging, high five on the way out show, which makes it more impressive in my mind. Free form type II amoeba goodness for virtually the entire set. Every jamming style was explored. Unbridaled passion and emotion was on full display. My wife and I cried hugging each other during the Tweezer jam.
Thank you, Phish. Even after 19 years, you still continue to show that anything is possible. After a month in NYC being moved by some of the best art the world has to offer, both my wife and I agree there's nothing better than a night of Phish where everything comes together.