I enjoyed this show, partly because I'm having a better night tonight than last night. In the first set, patriotic sentiment notwithstanding about The Star-Spangled Banner, only really Stash and Possum moved me that much. It's kind of a weird setlist, a bit songy you could say. The second set opens with Wilson, which is one of my perennial least-faves, but from there the trip settles into a comfortable and mellifluous psychedelic symphony, worthy of the Walt Disney seal of approval. Train Song shows how a song such as Waste could be placed perfectly, though Waste--in the first set of this show--wasn't. Maybe the band had to work really hard to get a read on the crowd this night. Simple is typically exemplary for this period in Phishtory, and David Bowie is a rocking set concluder. The Funky Bitch encore seems to me the shaken not stirred victory lap to perfectly cap this show. Phish can reach higher heights than this, but sometimes it's probably comfortable for them to have a baseline first set (but good! but good!) and just cut loose a little bit in the second, which tops most other bands' best nights, if only by virtue of the experimental nature of it all. 3 stars.