I'm too old for extended reviews or first sets. listening notes on set 2 then:

youthful group play. WGTYM looks to finish in ambient noise but the band picks it up once more to drive a segue into a perfect spacey sfnal mid-set Tweezer. passage time turns inelastic as mike leads the band through a brief ominous passage which trey lifts up to a mighty climax. couldn't be happier with this segue/jam. it's the kind of show where No Quarter is the *cooldown* tune -- but that only tees up a locked-in DWD > Ghost sequence. Disease looks to dancepop until the band finds a strange little 3-1/2 minute hallway to a bluesrock tweeprisal; trey's closing lyrics don't even slow down the momentum and Ghost flies fast toward minor-key drama. backlot gothic cinemascope tweeprise vibes ramp up quick, then the finale of the Ghost jam is an shred-a-thon that finally tears the fucking place in half (trey doesn't wanna go)...and the encore only picks up from there, with a thrashing Zero followed by the three greatest minutes in rock. a first-time Phish attendee witnessing this set might well wonder, between religious ecstasies: where have these tireless senior citizens been her whole life? have they always been this good? she might ask. a nearby eavesdropper might respond: 'they've been better -- so have we.' happy independence day. death to tyrants.