Debut Years (Average: 1997)

This show was part of the "2023 Spring Tour"

Show Reviews

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Review by sgallivan

sgallivan This is why we do it. TIGHT playing by the whole band last night. High energy first set with a phenomenal tube and cities. Tube featured stellar funk jamming, a quick start-stop and then slid into some wonky atonal jamming before jumping into a perfectly played “blues part” of the tune. Cities. Wow. Thank you CK5 for making this a spectacle for us to watch and listen to. Listen to the cities. Second set jamming was seamless, groovy, and experimental. Phish has truly done it again. I was at all 3 Berkeley and LA shows of this tour and I think night 3 of LA was my favorite. What can I say, I’m a sucker for good music and musicianship.
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Review by KWdub24

KWdub24 This band is crushing it right now! It seems as though some people are handing these shows 3 stars simply because they weren’t performed in the year 1995. I would love to hear the reasoning behind any of these low ratings. People will nitpick anything nowadays. I’m just grateful the band is still playing at such a high level. Thank you Phish.
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Review by WeHopeYouHaveAGoodTime

WeHopeYouHaveAGoodTime This is what space smells like, you will always remember where you were…. Welcome to the Hollywood hills; the year the rains came and unleashed a once a decade spring desert mega bloom. Directions: travel first to that inner ring of man-made hell, Hollywood boulevard, a sort of Times Square smashed small and wide by the pneumatic pump of a cruel god, disappointed by the result of his human experiment. Travel uphill, away from the hobbits and trolls and into the bosom of Mother Nature. The air must be thinner here, so plentiful are the spare oxygen tanks and portable air balloons. Never mind all that, if you persist, a vale of lush green hues, the bleached white rib cage of a giant whale, and pews of concrete and redwood beckon. Within the petrified whale carcass, a space ship lands at dusk each night, first tentatively, feeling out its new home. The next night it returns, determined to impress (perhaps to even overwhelm) its new friends….. a third night, the pilgrims return, hoping to spy just a final glimpse of the spaceship before it’s long journey home. Having already witnessed its power, they come ready to succumb, but the aliens in the spaceship have already proved their dominance, and so on this night they invite the people inside, and to take the full journey with them to the cosmos, and beyond. They say our noses have memories, and I learned this weekend you can’t go to space from the couch any more than you can remember the smell of a picture of a magnolia flower, blooming in that sweet California sun.
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Review by andrewrose

andrewrose Posting my long recap here for posterity, as usual...

The Complete Underground Ghost-Cities of the Forest
Ready Player Playoff Mode Phish For the Win

What they're saying..

“ ???? ” - @FunkyCFunkyDo
“ Non-stop thrills ” - n00b100

Before I get going with the task at hand, explain the title(s) of this review, and get to the music, I would first like to express a little gratitude, and—if I may—a little camaraderie amidst the fever of playoff season. When I first decided to come out to LA for these shows at the Bowl, it was an impulsive jest while I was deep in relistening to the Feb 2003 quartet I caught in preparation for the long retrospective we published on the blog just before Mexico. For a minute or two since I’ve wondered if I was a little hasty and indulgent, but as I mentioned yesterday, this was my first trip to see Phish on the West Coast since I started seeing the band in Montreal in 94, and while any doubts about my decision were pretty much lifted early on Friday, tonight’s performance absolutely obliterated them.

All that said, I volunteered to recap a show while here, but they had all apparently all been spoken for. All good, I’d likely keep up with the scholarship anyway; it’s part of the fun for me. Fast forward to the day before the show and @Icculus reached out to see if I could stand in for someone that was going to the King’s game tonight, in the end. Did they win? I haven’t even checked the score, which is surprising, but then again my fantasy pool ended in the regular season (I had McDavid, but my old friend with Kings season tickets who moved here 20 years ago won our pool this year). Anyway, of course I obliged. This morning I also got word that our Saturday night recapper was also out with what they’re saying is an upper body injury, but who really knows for sure. As I mentioned earlier, I’m a proper Montreal kid, and besides Phish, hockey is my game. And the playoffs are a slog; sometimes folks go down and when the coach calls you gotta step up. So apologies in advance to anyone who was hoping for a different linemate going into today’s recap (especially that one guy who was mad that I didn’t acknowledge Saturday’s 2001 as the “best one ever by a wide margin;”) but hopefully you’ll be more pleased with my performance tonight. The band certainly made it easy for me.

Where was I? Right, the camaraderie. Well for all my travels and shows over the years I’ve still felt apart from the scene and spectacle at times (which I’m sure we all have, and isn’t necessarily a bad thing). But I have to acknowledge some earnest gratitude for finally meeting dot.netters @zzyzx (with whom I shared good feelings about the Friday Disease and the Kraken), as well as @n00b100 and @funkycfunkydo, both of whom I consider brothers in arms here in the weird ethereal space we otherwise occupy and share, and it was a genuine pleasure to meet IRL. (On that digital-millennial note I also spotted Tye Sheridan, the lead from Ready Player One, as tonight’s entry in #celebrityphish.). But these are real flesh and blood brains and bodies with ears, and not AI-generated aliens with opinions, and it was special to be reminded of such, and to experience such an earnest sense of camaraderie, so late in this long game the band is still playing. To say nothing of the other new friends I made hanging in the same section all three nights; shout out to the peeps from Florida and from Denver; we talked of the Panthers’ chances at upset, agreed on dislike of the Bruins and Leafs alike (sorry guys), as well as the Avalanche's chance at repeat. One of the Colorado crew has worn a fitting 'Melt' jersey on the previous night, the other tonight synchronistically sporting a shirt to match the blistering first set closer we got tonight with a shirt that unapologetically declared (next to drawing of Trey), “About to C*m,” which—hey, may seem a bit much, but also, have you seen that scene in Bittersweet Motel? and also, man, tonight was just as tantric as it was load-blowing. It was Complete. And honestly, I could almost leave it here and in Hollywood fashion declare—the way Maya Rudolph’s hormone monster Connie announces to Jessie in an early season of “Big Mouth”: “No notes!”

But there were just too many magic moments in this show to not do my best to point them out—some in spots you're likely to miss if you don't do a back to front listen. (Don't make that mistake.) And there were seemingly carefully constructed setlist themes worth unpacking that might go unnoticed too, at first glance.

But first, it’s been a tough couple seasons for the Habs, and tonight I want to send love out to all the teams everywhere fighting for their lives on the road, no matter where they’re from, hoping to not get squashed in one of its four quarters. But tonight there really were no quarters. Unless of course you count the “No Quarter,” but that just reinforces my point. Tonight was connected, and broad. It earned its triumphs, and its glorious, straight-up hauntings. It told the whole story, because it knew it didn’t really, in the end, have anything to tell. So it took no urgency in getting there, and communicated the Fast and the Furious as well as the Digitally Danceable Truth without even seeming to try. So no, they didn’t play a big Ghost tonight (they opened with it the previous night), but they did open all three shows this run with songs from the beloved 98 studio album, and play yet more of it in Meat (Saturday), and with tonight’s Roggae (which my Florida friends will confirm I anticipated moments before any signs with a “I feel a Roggae coming”).

Accordingly, they continued with the trend of mostly old classic pre-2009 material, and had a ‘98 feel through much of the first set and beyond, and a 2.0 feel early in the second, with only one notable 3.0 exception in each set in Ghosts of the Forest material haunting the horizon, equally earned.

There was a moment at some point in the show where I reflected on how much of a working band Phish still is in many ways, to their credit. And how you gotta respect continuing to write so many new songs—and play them—sometimes a lot, before weaving them back into what is really unrivalled now in rock and roll and jazz and improvisation, in terms of a playbook. I was reminded of solid sports teams that have been working on different plays throughout the year, vets who know you need a balance of that youthful risk-taking, energy and talent on the one hand, with patience, grit and persistence on the other. Gotta play a balanced long game, if you want to take home the prize. You put all the pieces together for the big game(s), and see if it’s enough to advance to the next round.

It didn’t all start as a foregone conclusion, though. Big wins aren’t given away cheap. The Birds and Roggae were solid, well placed choices to start converting the deliberate mood. Mike’s new bass really stepped into a new light tonight, but there have also been moments of adjustment (in some cases visible ones with a tech coming on tonight to help Trey with those dang in-ear monitors). They could have taken Birds out but they had longer game plans and patience and so only flirted with the edges of jamming. Roggae captured the mood perfectly and was an ideal vehicle for getting the band relaxed and given space to breathe and have stamina for a big, consistent game. Divided Sky is where momentum switched, the song itself perfectly placed, and the opening clean and strong. The middle section reminded me of the almost equally lovely one I saw in Bethel last summer, with Trey very quiet and and a little tentative on the return after the powerful pause. But his volume and tone really claimed their place by the end of this weekend starting at the end of this Divided Sky, and they were put to such mindful use. I heard an interview with Trey on Phish Radio recently talking about his guitar tone and style changes over the years, and how he was at the arc of mastering this new tone he’d been working with for awhile—an old vet working the new plays, only I think he was talking golf, not hockey, but close enough Happy Gilmore—you love to see it. Well whatever he’s been working on it gelled big time at a Sunday show in LA, and Mike wasn’t far behind him with his new gear. By the time Divided Sky wrapped the apprentice’s machine gun fingers were awake and searching like they’ve been all weekend, but the master’s mind manifested tonight, too, and brought a little more balance to the force. And Mike, and Page, and Fish—arguably the tour MVP to-date—who tonight had to deal with a Big Game from Big Red. There were no quarters tonight. There was just game.

Whole lotta good points

And in the shadow of all the ghosts there was the spectre of the city of LA—with, let’s face it, good points and a whole lotta bad points—and the band offered a mighty metropolitan trio with at least this Cities, Tube, and Slave. And what a Cities! If the previous night I had been critical at times of Trey’s habits, tonight he undressed me by making every possible choice to escape getting pinned down, employing everything in his arsenal, from funk riffs, more rhythm guitar, the electronic wails he’s mastered, and a few perfectly place 99 loops, the latter of which was downright cheeky in its self-awareness, and still hit clean top shelf, like calling a shot before landing it. The jam in Cities listening back now feels pretty unparalleled in terms of a convincing dance party with everything wound into a tight-as-tits bounce, that should propel this version straight into the all-time Cities list. At thirteen minutes it could have already made it’s case, but that they added a whole other section coming out of the space in the wake of the first phase, forging a millennial take-off sound that’s been brewing all weekend and sounds impossibly cool, like it was stolen from lost years in Japan in 2001—or maybe 2021? (Or was is a sci-fi soldier from 1848, the timing shared by both the Cities and Mr Completely on the LP release..) I can’t possibly describe the rest of Cities but I can definitely tell you you’d be a fool to not listen for yourself.

It’s not like it let up from here. An asteroid had just crashed, and the Tube (with a freeway!—in Los Angeles!) doubled down on the digital dance party, throwing in deconstruction for good measure still loaded from whatever ghost possessed the Bowl during the pause in Divided Sky. "Octopus Tube," remarked @FunkyCFunkyDo. Yup, this is must hear, too.

Step into space

“Make no mistake,” to paraphrase my friend and psychedelic drug reform advocate Izzy Ali, “spirit runs through everything here.” Well he wasn’t talking about Phish, but damned if that isn't an apropos way to express the fact that he rest of the night was straight up possessed. If you're dissuaded by the duo of song choices here to close the set, don't be. The Taste and the About the Run went above and beyond. Taste wasn't just a fine opportunity for Fish and Page to keep the engine going; it boasts on of its tightest, punchiest performances in recent memory.

And About to Run may have been the strongest set closer OF the Run, whether it was signaling the intention to skip town after tonight, regrets, hope, or conversation with lost friends and more ghosts. (Or hockey; for those keeping score, About to Run was debuted on 6/12/19 in St. Louis, the same night the Blues won the Stanley Cup...)

Sometimes the ghost is quiet
But the ghost is always there
And it seems no matter how far I go
He goes with me

Who was that masked man? Was he Mr. Completely, which like the Cities has a few seamless sections, one which revisits what @FunkCyFunkyDo must have meant by responding with just a flying saucer emoji when prompted for comment about the show, only to indulge me hours later with “SPYNET robo funk,” albeit in reference to the A Song I Heard the Ocean Sing that followed. (Which, no surprise by now, also delivered in spades and featured a return to complete the Completely so-to-speak.) There’s some familiar bluesy finishing in the Completely at first but Trey has so much room and spread that he can kill these moments without effort and land them before shifting briskly into something new and interesting, or another great song choice. The middle section of the completely revisits some of the dancier electro bounce in the cities, and takes it up a notch. I'm reminder of some of the best moments in the Blossom Birds from 2019, and Blaze On from 8/6/21, two of my favourite jams from the last decade plus. To my ears the playing in many of these jams was at that level.

The Velvet Underground didn’t show up tonight, but the spirit of the band’s 98-dance with Loaded (the closer and opener of which it now occurs to me I heard in other non-Phish settings over this weekend in LA: first “‘Oh! Sweet Nuthin” from a car and then “Who Loves the Sun” in a store..) After the pouncing party, the initial finish to Mr Completely draws from the best Loaded peaks you can imagine, and lands ‘em, immediately inviting the Ocean to step in in its wake.

The ASIHTOS jam starts at about 2 minutes, by the way, and means its galactic strut from the get go just as strongly, Mike really getting comfortable and making his new sound known. Maybe this is a good time to check in with a brief post-game report from @n00b100 who offered: “Ocean and Wolfman’s felt like 2015 jams, where they were brimming with ideas and they just came one after the other like trains arriving on schedule,” to which I responded “On schedule but also hovering above the tracks!” His truncated Hollywood headline? “Nonstop thrills.” And it’s hard to argue with that. I’d be concerned this Ocean will get lost under the shadow of the Cities and Completely overhead, but it’s so good in its 10 minutes, before the Completely reprise, I don’t think there’s any risk of this jam getting swallowed by a bigger fish. Everyone was swimming in formation tonight.

Yes even the Wolfman’s Brother meant some seriously scary business there in the middle of the second set, not unlike Mike himself who by now was really holding things down with gusto to lend more balance somehow to a sound already in abundance of it. But both Mike and this Wolfman's Brother alike were impeccably dressed (“I’d like to meet his tailor..”) ready to Don’t Stop ‘Till You Get Enough Staccato Strut. It could have gone bluesy rock easily at five and half minutes, but instead this funky SPYNET breakdown beat continues, and Page and Mike are just bombing the signal like modems from the last two decades past run-a-glorious-mok, with Trey having left room for them. Ridiculous dance party bounce. I barely stopped shaking my rump all set. They sound almost like they’re going to go into Psycho Killer, the jam arguably echoing flavour from even that magical first set in Dayton 97. Instead Trey has other plans and weaves up a finish to the Wolfman’s at around 11 minutes that nails and earns some glorious and patient highs before they unwind it yet again with millennial Radiohead-esque pops and pusles. The last minute of this Wolfman’s is some special shit, too.

You better believe the Ruby Waves crashed to enormous reception at this point. There was no problem earning the earnest soul-love lyrics here. The mood and sound of the set so far just perfectly complementary to the song selection continuing to emerge.

Look around
All the lights on the machine are flashing
Until they explode and the particles join up with
The sea of love
Ruby waves pouring down on my head

This jam goes delicate and jazzy quick without losing any of its power. Trey is inspired, and they have a big lead now. Spin it up, wring it out, the particles, like the poisson, are on our side tonight. It’s honestly getting hard to keep up with them now as I write this, but in the best of ways, because the disco space train just does keep coming. The Ruby Waves peak yields to a spacey long and engaging denouement that plumbs some ecstatic final depths that would hint at the Floydian soundscapes to come, before sending up the signal that first, you Gotta Jibboo.

At 3 minutes the Jibboo is already jammy, and Trey trots out his aforementioned 99 loops, but weaves them over each other some maturely before throwing final curve ball final that sets up a slip and slide solo bounce-play with Mike, with a nimbleness that would also sound millenial if it wasn’t also so damn mature. It eventually finds it’s way back to a familiar swing and finish—the one dance party this set that wasn’t fully infected with the SKYNET bug. If you’re looking for something close to resembling a weak spot in the set and show by this point, I guess you could poke around here, but honestly, you’re not going to find much.

If with all the talk of the dance party disco you have any doubts about this show’s simultaneous gravitas, you need no look no further than this absolutely balls-out No Quarter, that immediately haunted the shit out the Bowl, the ghost come home to roost without mercy.

“You’re not serious people,” Logan Roy says to his kids early this season in Succession—another big Sunday ticket that I still haven’t checked the score on. Phish has made a good part of their career tricking people with only superficial attention that they’re silly and unserious, when really this business is anything but, and has been for some time. But the cost for that at times has been the occasional difficulty slipping into those more earnest emotional moments, the ones the Dead could assume so easily, with experience and authority. Between this No Quarter and the About to Run in the first set, I was equally floored on this night by their ability to sing about death and mean it, letting the emotional power swell up from the direction of all four winds. You can’t fake that stuff.

Of course, not too serious, mind you. The choice here to follow the heavy grave of No Quarter with Possum and his particular dead ass by the side of the road was just the right amount of cheeky, and absolutely wailed bringing her home. The perfect choice, like pretty much every other selection on this night. Did I mention already just how unfathomably dextrous Trey's guitar playing was tonight? He showed signs of it on Saturday to be certain, but to my ears it all came together night, with solos and machine gun riffs that sounds like they're from 1994. What happened??

I couldn’t really have picked a better encore either, even if you saw that Slave with its city and zoo coming a mile away. Yesterday I remarked that I was curious to see whether we’d spot any rare Gamehendge celebrities on the hill, but it was only too fitting—and punchy as hell, that on a night when they blap-boomed in LA at a new level I can still scarcely believe, it ended up being the Kings show, and the question he begged of us all. The answer? Yes, we can still have fun.

I shouldn’t have to tell you by now that the Slave delivered. The Oh Sweet Nuthin-esque send up was classic, cathartic, and the perfect bookend on a perfect night, and a suddenly very special tour. It may be early yet, but I think they’ll be talking about this game for a long time to come. Phish wins again, and so do we.
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Review by doctorabe

doctorabe I'm at a relatively paltry 19 shows (tying my GD count), thinly spread out nearly 30 years, so, I am no expert, but I do agree with SGALLIVAN and KWDUB24 above that this was a stellar show, and that fans on this site seem ungenerous with their ratings these days. Maybe the stack parking soured some moods? I was blown away with the type 2 jamming that began in Ghosts and carried through the first set. Then, they came back for more. I thought the 2nd set was daring with the choice selection. The exceptional playing kept going! I heard Trey make totally fresh sounds with his guitar I never previously heard. The band on the whole keeps raising the bar, and they are not resting on their laurels. I left remarking that this was the best Phish show I have seen. Of course, I must have made that comment for a good half-dozen shows I previously attended. Maybe that's my naivete, but, so what? It's OK to love more than one show! I still want to hear this show again today.
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Review by DownWithSteam

DownWithSteam Filthy setlist and tight playing pretty much all night. Honestly thought this was just as good as last nights show. The spring "tour" has given us some nice jams to listen to in the future and I know this show will be near the top of that list. Roggae had a good peak and cities was a great set 1 jam. The energy coming our for set 2 was still very identifiable, cant remember a time they came out swinging that hard on ASIHTOS. Another solid entry from the bowl which got a better run than the greek imo. see you all this summer

Set One: B
Set Two: B
Rating: 4.1
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Review by spreaditround

spreaditround SET 1: Birds of a Feather: The intro and composed section seems tentative at best and Broadway Trey with his vocals – why Trey? I would almost think singing like that would hurt his voice. I know it hurts my ears. Run of the mill jam.

Roggae: Solid, sounded very good. >

Divided Sky: Crushed, absolutely slayed!

Cities: Trey in the late 9’s – and Mike backing him with those meatballs = this must have been quite the dance party, just wish Mike was a bit louder. From here, and I realize I am likely in the minority here; this jam just gets lost in a wash of effects. It is a good jam, but I would not say it is a great jam. At the show, I bet it was amazing under the right circumstances. But those last few minutes of Trey just echoing the same piece over and over, meh – not for me sitting here at home and listening to it on LivePhish. >

Tube: Kind of a run of the mill version, didn’t do much for me. >

Taste: This version is a little loose.

About to Run: Trey gives it a proper ripping. Decent set closer.

SET 2: Mr. Completely: Some interesting effects being put to use in the early going, some odd stuff. Things really get going in the 11 minute range. The next few minutes are fantastic. Another couple minutes of some mellow stuff. The last couple of minutes is just Trey doing his best Hendrix impression. Impressive jam overall, would recommend! >

A Song I Heard the Ocean Sing: Very heavy stuff in the early going, I like it a lot. Check out Trey going off at 7:40, whew! Too bad Trey had to ADHD and go back into Mr. C, entirely unnecessary ->

Mr. Completely: Meh.

Wolfman's Brother: The rare second set placement! 126 times played in 3.0 and only 17 times has it been slotted in the second set. Decent jam although a it seems like Trey is fresh out of ideas and is strumming, and then more strumming hoping something will come to him. He does find a theme in the latter part of the eleven minute range that he rides through the end two minutes later and then… >

Ruby Waves: Good, little jam here. Nothing too crazy. Blissful peak. >

Gotta Jibboo: Standard and short. >

No Quarter: Standard. >

Possum: Standard.

ENCORE: Wilson: Standard. >

Slave to the Traffic Light: Everyone saw this coming. I will continue to chirp about this. There is no patience with this tune anymore. You have to let it breathe and build quietly. That is what Slave is all about. You can’t do that in 9 minutes.

Replay Value: Divided Sky, Cities, Mr. Completely

Summary: Set one is pretty good. I thought Divided Sky was particularly inspired and Cities while having good length doesn’t quite do it for me all the way. Would still recommend it as a highlight and one to revisit though. Tube, Taste, and About to Run seemed like they were going through the motions just a little bit. The second set outside of a strong Mr. Completely is pretty standard fare. This is a good show. I see it is rated as a 4.21 right now. I think that is very high. I would rate this as a 3.8 out of 5.
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