Well, this being my first show, and not knowing anything about phish except the name and that there were from Vermont, I didn’t stand a chance. Overall, I was totally confused and dis-oriented most of the night. I remember the singing being rather flat, but that the guitarist was insane (Trey was his name, I later came to learn). But the drummer was very familiar. Some days later I realized that it was the guy who played in the lounge of my friends Scott’s dorm at UVM. I spent a lot of time wandering around UVM late at night in the early 80’s, “investigating things”. Never saw phish then in Burlington, and by 1989 I was living in Nebraska. I was home on a school break before Thanksgiving and was hanging in Northampton with college friends. We were all deadheads, and had been out to see Max Creek around the same time. I remember there being a bunch of hassles in the club trying to manage who could and couldn’t drink. It was a very young crowd. Further, I vividly recall this crazy song with words “boy, shit, god and man” with a lot of strange sounds and screaming. (YEM, I came to learn). After YEM and crazy pyrotechnics from the stage (Frankenstein?), we had had enough and decided to leave. We were very, very elevated, and walked from the show to Hadley, MA 5 or so miles away. It was nice to get out of Pearl Street and all the chaos. The stars we great by the river. I do remember the bottle throwing that someone mentioned, but I am not sure if that is a personal recollection or has been over laid on my memory over the course of time. My next show was July of 1992 at Stowe with Santana. That one I was ready for. Having returned from Nebraska, we were now living in Burlington. I had grown a collection of tapes after this show, and was well on my way…Now it’s 36 years later. Last show was Manchester, NH 2025. Still on the train.