This was my first show. Both my now-wife and best high school friend had been touting Phish for years. I wasn't interested. Firstly, the show was in Camden...not my favorite 3hr drive. Secondly, I wasn't interested in doing stupid drugs in the parking lot. Being "older" and more accustomed to chill vibes at Dead-related shows, I didn't want some jack-ass teen with nitrous to ruin my night. Thirdly, it was going to pour.

I brought my poncho, stood next to the guy with the joint, and declared that if they didn't play someone else's music I wouldn't likely enjoy it.

And then magic. Sound explosion from Llama...light explosion from Kuroda, and I was off. After this show, I don't know how many re-listens I did of Possum or Harry Hood. Mind was blown when Frankenstein started and my buddy leaned over to me and said "this is someone else's music, dude."

I'm much older now, and nearly 40 shows in, and if it wasn't for this one, I probably wouldn't have been as hooked as I am today.