somebody hit the nail on the head earlier, but i like to hear myself talk, so here we go.
this show got released because of the ghost, but my favorite jam of the night is definitely the melt. sometimes this song sounds like a bunch of hot garbage that doesn't make any sense musically. this is not that time.
at the start of the jam, trey flips on the wah and we get treated to a few minutes of snuff film porno funk. around 6:47 he abandons the wah and ramps up the distortion, followed by some sort of delay loop, which leads on a mind-bending three-minute aside that is one of the more ominous passages in phish music. the emotion this passage evokes could be called dread, and would morph into outright dread, were the listener not fairly convinced that trey summoned this emotion on purpose AND that he was most certainly enjoying the shit out of it.
what psychonaut is satisfied with *thinking* he took too much, when the real pro *knows* he took too much. welcome to 97 phish.