When the band enjoys themselves, I enjoy myself.

This year has been peak Phish. Shows are brimming with energy, jams bust through the walls of windowless rooms, and our tired little legs can hardly keep up. After last night, I can see why. Don't they just look excited to be themselves again? After 18 months of down time, would crate digging through the archives in Cleveland and dusting off Tarkus or Led Zeppelin IV be the creative beast they would be animated ride? Would *we* really be excited for that journey?

Not this year. The only thing that makes sense is something so different it makes no sense the first time you see it. (Isn't that the definition of Art, anyway?) But when it makes sense to them, it'll make sense to us. Just like Gamehendge, just like a 27-minute Roses, just like the first festival, just like Kasvot Vaxt all do now. (And Holy Blankenship! If your soul is confused, read the book!)

Last night is why we love this band, even when we don't see it in the moment. I can't wait to see how they end this banner year at MSG and I hope they bring these new pets with them for some good, long walks on that stage.