This is one for the ages. Never underestimate the band on 1) the night of a major storm, and 2) with the venue undersold. This show is all killer, no filler. You cannot go wrong.

If I have to pick highlights? The weird jam in First Tube. No Men in No Man's Land. MY FRIEND MY FRIEND may well be the first set MVP - and if it weren't for the second set, would easily stand above the rest for me. And then that rare first set 2001 into Taste, transporting us back to the Pollock temple.

And then you get to set two. The sessions with Billy Strings clearly invigorated the band, and you hear it here. Tweezer drips with Allman-like vibes; the dual lead interplay between Trey and Page starts there and doesn't stop.

But if you want the shortcut on this show? Start at about nine minutes into Pillow Jets and let it run. Trey dials in his tone from Frankenstein and let's it rip; notes on notes, incredible interplay across the band...and just straight fire until the end. I've never heard the band play this way before.

Thank you Phish. I don't know how you keep raising the bar, but we are here for it, rain or shine.