I love Phish and all the shades they come in, but these days I prefer the shred. Not interested in frolicking or cruising, I want to dodge asteroids at high speed whilst face melting. The darker, the heavier, the stickier, the better.

There was a bliss segment of the Tweezer jam that was suddenly (and pleasantly) hijacked and trampled by orcs. The soft meadows and flowers were turned to ash with great vengeance and furious anger. It blew my hair off. As far as type II shred goes, the whole second set was phish crack. We’ve all have those moments when we were like “is it just me, or is this fire?” Judging the energy and faces of the crowd- it wasn’t just me. Not tonight at least.