My First Show.

So this cute girl with green eyes and freckles from school asks me, "hey want to go in to the city to see this cool band I've been listening to?" I went mostly b/c I liked the girl... and I knew how to get to the Roseland Ballroom so if the band sucked, I would just go to Times Square or Chinatown and cause some trouble.

I stayed for the whole show. It never panned out with that cute girl, but I got a new favorite band out of the deal, so it wasn't a total loss.

This was a fantastic show in my personal opinion. I believe its a poorly rated show here on dotnet. You will not waste your time listening to this show. Only setback was the first half of the second set was pretty standard for 1992. First set was very solid. A lot better overall than set 2 . You had a nice Runaway Jim>Cavern. Solid Reba. Nicely played Rift. Very tight Mikes->H20->Paug. Second set was a slower start but this had a very very good Hood at its worth a listen. A very fun encore to close out this show. 4/5 stars.

Amazing first Phish show, changed my life...

My first show - what an experience! I just got into the band the previous fall and missed the Port Chester show, so the anticipation of catching them for the first time was huge. NYC was still a relatively new place to me coming from Long Island and I was so confused on how to get to the venue (even though it was so easy to get to from Penn Station). Vague memories of the color red, Fish's crash cymbals during Cracklin', and John Popper. I remember being so pumped and yelling like a little girl at the beginning of the Jim opener where the people in front of me were asking me to chill out - youthful exuberance I suppose. Back in the early GA shows, set breaks were always interesting trying to move through the crowd sitting on the floor, reconnecting with friends.

Re-listening to the show now brings a lot back - these early shows were so different and felt so raw, you can hear how young the band is at the time, even though it's 8 years into their career.

My phirst show and and it was a dandy. What can I say, it was at that time Phish's peak or close to it - Winter 92, spring 93 probably was for that era. And now a-days, Phish is re-peaking. Anyway it was just a lively show, the crowd was awesome, and just party-like all the way around. I do not remember the performance by memory, but from what I do remember, the band was just having a lot of fun with the songs, and the atmosphere of the ball room.

Good show for this time period. You can actually hear Trey calling out the songs on the bootleg. Nice encore with John Popper.

Fun show. But our audience tapes sound very very bad.

Roseland was first place I ever went where the Heineken bottles were $8. And this was 1992! I remember that we went to the Cafe Wha before the show and were dumbfounded that the pitchers of Budweiser were $17! Was a very expensive drink night for low quality swill.

John Popper hit a stride during GTBT. Too bad that was end of the show. Where was my Don't Get Me Wrong this night?

Haha!

Crispy dSBD source for this one, with vocals sitting extra high in the mix.

Things get rolling with a tight Jim > Cavern combo. Trey’s guitar is a bit buried early on, but the balance gets sorted out soon enough. Reba is smooth and well-paced, and Stash brings the fire as expected. Chalk Dust finds a nice little pocket before easing into an appropriate A-Train. They wrap up the first set with a clean, albeit standard Mike’s Groove.

Set two kicks off with a straight-ahead Golgi before bursting into an explosive Llama. Trey blanks on the opening verse of Melt but quickly finds his footing, leading the band through a strong version. Excellent version of Hood — the extended intro alone is worth the listen, and there’s a neat Off to See the Wizard tease tucked into the opening of the jam. After a fun Cracklin’ Rosie, Trey introduces “the man who only sings songs from the two greatest artists of our time, Syd Barrett and Neil Diamond.” lol. Possum closes the set in fiery fashion, peppered with some secret language signals but no explanations.

Sleeping Monkey opens the encore, and hometown hero John Popper jumps in during the Let It Be section. He sticks around for a blistering GXBX to cap the night.