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Review by thelot
Fishman kicks off the evening by announcing that they’re no longer called Phish, they’re now going by Mrs. Pizza Shit, which sets a goofy tone for the night. A pretty straightforward Chalk Dust opens the show, with Trey slipping in a Mrs. Pizza Shit quote before the jam. Melt is well played, and another Rhombus narrative leads smoothly into a soaring Sky. At the end of the set-closing Golgi, Trey lets the crowd know that Mrs. Pizza Shit is going to take a break.
Fish reintroduces Mrs. Pizza Shit to open the second set, and Trey keeps the theme going with more quotes in Llama. Poor Heart gets another shout-out from Fish, staying in character. This set is fairly straightforward for the tour, but a solid Hood stands out as the highlight. Trey drops a few more Mrs. Pizza Shit references during the extended intro. Henrietta, a founding member of Mrs. Pizza Shit, delivers an inspired vacuum solo in Love You. Before the tune, Fish explains why he’s not wearing his Zero Man costume—apparently, the last time they played Trax, a girl in the front row pointed out that his balls were visible. Now he refuses to wear the outfit without a jock strap. Classic Fish. A decent Possum wraps up the set.