In a show of what I would define as missed opportunities, they burned the Pete down and left us wondering why we ever miss a show. First set is quintessential "quarter - in-machine" phish. I won't dive in to much, but this is a great set, a Pagey Page set, that maybe lacked a little flow but rang rich through the stadium. Gumbo is spicy, walls was very delicious, bust outs all came to play. The set had a blues-rich theme... So... Blues shall deliver poor me.
I am not a 400 show grump who thinks phish post 99 all sucks. I thought YEM was S - tier, but I'll allow those who know everything always to demote it to A tier.
So then there was the talk of the town: What's Going Through Your Mind. Song found it's legs early for what we all assumed would be a trey heavy typical climb to the summit, face blasting from kuroda, and a back alley abort to the next song on the docket.
We know nothing. Never bother predicting what's next. Dumb.
From the summit came the collapse into dark, synthe-absorbed space rock. Not everyone has the same taste for phish, I respect that. But if this isn't your jam, I am sorry for you. Evil, murky, space exploration ensued for what I assumed was a decade. We were filthy on the floor. Eyes wide open, gazing around, checking in on our neighbors (some not doing so hot a few people off Fishman side where I resided). Even chompers were forced into silence. THIS is what space sounds like.
The end of the jam felt like Fishman committing acts of violence against us for ten minutes, firing off machine gun fills into the void. The band had their fun, now they were down to business. At this point, the floor is dripping with yuck.
As any great phish show will provide, this show came with no different journey. We had fully embraced the darkness, emotionally rattled. Caspian came to save the day. It was a light switch of emotion. Everyone sings, everyone rejoices, kuroda shoots the all whites, the rinse is complete. I go to phish for this journey over all else. We were on to the home stretch.
Julius and a pretty good blaze on ended the set. A space-funk howling followed by a relatively tepid ghost sent us off to the night.

This was a great phish show.

I mentioned missed opportunities because page teased no quarter, trey teasing heartbreaker, during the peak of the Mind jam. It was there. It was begging. It would have probably taken more casualties. What the fck do I know, I'm a loyal servant. But they got us real low, and seemed like a no quarter was obvious. I heard mentions of a melt being the obvious choice to end set 2 and I disagree. We just took that journey for an hour, our little hearts couldn't do it again. I may miss the point of the value of being unpredictable, but if ghost opened the set, and yem closed the door, I feel the ghost would have had more leg room. Ghost's need leg room.
Again, missed opportunities, but an outstanding show. The fact they brought this level of play to the show following manch 3 is remarkable. Sell everything, get to tour asap.
The Pete 5/5
The crowd 4.8/5 (some serious spun folk)
The show 4.6/5 if you are so picky
The print/scene 5/5
Thank you, boys