SET 1: Sand, Winterqueen, Reba, Birds of a Feather, Water in the Sky > Possum > Runaway Jim, Bouncing Around the Room, Maze, Split Open and Melt
SET 2: Chalk Dust Torture[1] > Light > Tweezer, Wading in the Velvet Sea, Sing Monica, Slave to the Traffic Light
Chalk Dust contained a Manteca tease from Page and was unfinished. Trey teased St. Thomas during Light.
) was in full force last night. So for those in attendance such as myself that believe in such a phrase was beyond rewarded by the band with an unbelievably patient and fully fleshed out performances of whatever they chose to play. That the song selection was virtually impeccable to my eyes and its execution virtually flawless to my ears was really beside the point. Their ability to listen to each other was paramount to creating the wall of sound. This band was fueled by the individual performances, combining them to create something that was aimed for the common good of the music. And our ears and eyes. They played for themselves and their enjoyment. We 20,000 or so just happened to be standing around to hear and watch their loving life and, just as importantly, loving themselves and loving playing with each other in the musical sense. I believe one did not have to see or hear this performance, rather if you were lucky enough to be in the middle of NYC, on an island literally surrounded by all four of the five major boroughs, you could just feel the energy as it bristled off the stage. No stone was left unturned, they unleashed every aspect of their legacy upon us. Starting the show with an unprecedented Sand opener, they sent the signal out at the start that this was not going to be any mere show but proof positive that in their 31st year that if anybody thought that their might be some sort of soft underbelly that came along with Fuego the album that they were intent to prove, once again, how their love of their fans and their self-respect of each other can and will drive this band well into the 21st Century. This show to my ears would be considered a stand-out in any era. I believe time will be most kind to 7/13/14. I've already listened to the memorex of the show but really did not need to hear it again because last night is seared into every fiber of my being. Life for one night was freely lived and enjoyed. And Phish reminded me, once again, why they are the best expletive deleted band in the universe. It is going to be tough not to wear out the memorex of this one. So in conclusion the best endorsement of this show is simply to suggest that one and all download the show. Download cost: about $10 sans physical ticket. The joys of the play back: Priceless! Phish to my ears and evidently to the multitude around me that raged it as hard as I did won. Again. And life is looking pretty damm good to those that are going to see shows for the rest of the year. Phish unleashed the musical beast last night. Because all they want us is to be is to be happy happy. See you on the other side (that would be Merriweather next for me) of this continuing and ever-evolving journey.
) Chilled briefly in the lot then cruised into the show and took in the great atmosphere. I had the honor of going to the Hartford Civic Center show last fall, but I hadn't been to this kind of Phish party since Camp Oswego many many moons ago. The beer of the borough's was right up my alley. I think I'll go with the Staten Is wheat as my winner in a very tough competitive field of great beer. Kudos to all the brewers! Then the other 'brewers' took the stage and started me off so right with 'Sand'. We positioned ourselves to the left of the sound tent where I enjoyed my first 'Winterqueen', I like the guitar playing in this song. Then smiled HUGE with everyone else for that 'REBA'. 'We're not worthy!" 'BOAF' is a personal fav, so happy & I was losing it . 'Water In The Sky' was a command by the brewers to hold the rain till later while this potion fermented some more. 'Possum' was a blast as always, and mid-set too. Then I ran into some great old friends from my childhood as the 'Runaway Jim' started up. So glad I got to see them during this song, it made our reunion that much sweeter. Then we 'Bounced @', got stuck in a 'Maze', and F'n 'Split Open and Melt'ed big~time on the concrete to the side of 'The Chairman of the Boards'.
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Set 2: Let's just go jam by jam, shall we?
CDT: The sort of jam you hope for every time you go to a Phish show, combining the constant shape-shifting of the Mann Fuego with the effortless flow of, well, the SPAC Fuego. It doesn't take long for the band to slide into a beautiful major-key groove at Page's prodding, and he naturally takes the lead as Trey alternates between soloing and meaty chords. Fish takes things down to a lower boil as the playing gets more contemplative, Page switching to electric piano, Mike hitting on a catchy bassline, then Trey takes over with some heavier soloing and Fish goes to Worcester-light stomping beat mode as Page starts delving into his effects. The resulting jam sounds very 70s-influenced, especially Page's organ work. Note: at this point, we're only halfway in.
Trey starts wailing away on very familiar chords - I said LxL in the show thread, others think it's the Mike's Song climax - and suddenly the jam turns dark and inwards on itself, a plinko-esque jam emerging as things go weird and off-kilter (Trey actually plays a mutated version of something he was playing earlier in a neat callback). The jam opens back up and Fish (who is as much a champion here as the 7/31/13 Tweezer) finally gets to pick up the pace as things build towards the jam's second peak. Another strange effect makes its way out of the mix (Trey here?) as Page takes over solo duties - btw, check out Mike's almost Latino-influenced bass work - and then Trey comes back and leads things into another darker realm as Page returns to the piano. Some loops start flying '99 style and the jam now takes on an eerie feeling, with Mike finally getting off his meatball effect, and things seem to be winding down. But there's still time for one last segment, with Trey playing repeating chords and Page laying down some warm notes as Fish pushes things forward yet again. The jam finally reaches a close, and Trey quickly cranks up Light.
Whew. What a ride. Easily the jam of 2014 so far, compelling all throughout and as experimental as 20 years ago, and certainly enough for the band to coast on for the rest of the sh-
What's that? We're not done yet?
Light: Trey starts building some tension out of the usual Light jam, hitting on some minor-key chords, but Page pushes for major-key instead and we briefly get that as Trey pulls out a charming as hell St. Thomas tease. The jam strips away as Page and Trey have a miniature duet, then things suddenly devolve into free-jazz as Fish pounds away on his kit...but only briefly, as Trey begins to build up some momentum and the band follows him towards the sky, culminating in an absolutely *superb* peak that feels organic and earned. It's seriously a thing of beauty, so perfectly reached through communication with all 4 members, and caps off maybe the best Light since its glory year of 2012. So that's 40 glorious minutes of jamming, and certainly the band has earned any victory l-
What's that? We're *still* not done yet?
Tweezer: Out of the usual Tweezer jam, things suddenly come to a brief halt as Fish drops the tempo to a crawl and Trey pulls out some monster-movie effects (I thought I was having an acid trip listening to the stream, and I've never even taken acid), then a more relaxed funky jam takes its place, until Trey takes the lead and we start building towards *another* big-time peak. This is joyous, anthemic stuff, exactly what you'd want to hear as the closing jam of nearly an hour of exceptional music, and the return to the main Tweezer theme to close things out is a perfect capper to the Tweezer proper. A damn good Tweezer, all in all.
And *now* we're done with the meat of the set. Wading and Sing Monica give the crowd a chance to relax, and a typically beautiful Slave closes out a monster set, certainly one of the best since the return, and a tremendous ending to a great three-night run.
Final thoughts: an immense show. Not much else to say about that.