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I haven't listened to my cassette tape of this show in over two decades, but giving Set 2 a final spin as I write!

This was my second show ever seeing Phish, and it was significant in so many ways. It was the only Phish club show I saw, and the crowd was small and into every last note played. I had to take a break from going to shows, due to being on probation (long story short, hello 1990s drug war), so this was my first show after a hell year. I was dead sober, too afraid to even drink one beer and drive. That said, I had so much fun, standing right in front of Mike laughing and dancing the whole night. It felt great to be back in a room full of freaks and geeks.

With all of the above in the mix, I had/have little complaints about this show. My 2nd Gen audience tape still captures the permagrin I had that night. Not sure why, but the band decided to point at me during the Men and My Arrow / Asshole in the Front Row. Maybe it was because they kept making me laugh? Standing in front of Mike the whole show, with his glass of wine and a roll of Sparkle paper towels on his stack.... the strange "Roots" they kept saying during Weekapaug. And being so happy to be back out in this mix, listening to live music? I guess I deserved to be the asshole in the front row, lol.

One thing that I instantly fell in love with about Phish during my first show in 1991, beyond their amazing playing, was their willingness to just let it all hang out and be so funny. They surely did this tonight with set 2. My Sweet One, Bathtub Gin, Dinner and a Movie, Harry Hood, Love You (What? The drummer also plays his Eelectrolux into a bagpipe?!!!) and Golgi are all songs that still make me laugh. This being my second show, I had quickly appreciated the fact that this band gets irony and psychedelic weirdness. 22-year-old me dug this the most that night.

At one point, before the encore (?), included in this Set 2 cassette, Mike appeared on stage with the green room meat and cheese spread and handed it out to the crowd. Did this really happen, or is my memory surely distorted by the fog of time?! Well, it also added to the merryment and silliness of the night.

Speaking of the encore, I had never been in a bar club listening to a band in utter silence. It used to be extremely difficult to get away from the frat boys drinking beers at club shows, but this crowd STF up for the off mic encore.

In 1992, Phish had that much control over their audience. And this 13x13 show gave me a deep experience as to why that was so. Here I am over 30 years later, still smiling and enjoying that night.