Soundcheck: Jam > Smoke on the Water, Funky Bitch, The Old Home Place
SET 1: Runaway Jim, Gumbo > Maze[1] > Fast Enough for You, Also Sprach Zarathustra > Funky Bitch, Guyute, Run Like an Antelope[2]
SET 2: Wolfman's Brother -> Piper > Twist > Slave to the Traffic Light
ENCORE: Bold As Love
Maze was unfinished. Trey dedicated Guyute to Paul Languedoc in reference to Paul’s purported comment to the band that any song with whistling is a good song. Consequently, Antelope contained whistling in both the opening section and closing “Marco Esquandolas” section (with Trey whistling lyrics). The soundcheck's Smoke on the Water was an instrumental. This show is available as an archival release on LivePhish.com.
 Historical note: Fall '97 was a great time for Wolfman's Brother. Though it's a standalone tune now as it was in 1999-2000, the Wolf's Bro was a 'Type II' vehicle in 1997-98, and all four Fall versions (11/14, 11/19, 11/30, 12/7) end in gin-u-wine segue arrows, and earn them. In those days the song's sly minimalist funk was central to the band's improvisatory approach - for the first time Phish weren't afraid to play sexy dance music and MEAN it, so their dance tunes could integrate smoothly into the overall flow of a long-form improvisatory set.
		Historical note: Fall '97 was a great time for Wolfman's Brother. Though it's a standalone tune now as it was in 1999-2000, the Wolf's Bro was a 'Type II' vehicle in 1997-98, and all four Fall versions (11/14, 11/19, 11/30, 12/7) end in gin-u-wine segue arrows, and earn them. In those days the song's sly minimalist funk was central to the band's improvisatory approach - for the first time Phish weren't afraid to play sexy dance music and MEAN it, so their dance tunes could integrate smoothly into the overall flow of a long-form improvisatory set. I mail ordered for a single ticket, flew to SLC alone. Hung with some nice peeps in the parking lot. I had no idea where my seat was. When I showed my ticket to the usher and they sent me down to the floor.  Cool, a floor ticket.  When I got to the floor, i flashed my ticket, and they told me to keep walking toward the stage.  Came upon the next security dude, he told me to keep going, and so on....2nd Row, dead center....best reserved ticket Ive ever had....Great times!
		I mail ordered for a single ticket, flew to SLC alone. Hung with some nice peeps in the parking lot. I had no idea where my seat was. When I showed my ticket to the usher and they sent me down to the floor.  Cool, a floor ticket.  When I got to the floor, i flashed my ticket, and they told me to keep walking toward the stage.  Came upon the next security dude, he told me to keep going, and so on....2nd Row, dead center....best reserved ticket Ive ever had....Great times! So Joyful.  So Chilled Out...  I splashed out to get my brother and I front row tickets for his birthday.  And we were rewarded.  The arena was about half empty as most of the drug scene, quite understandably, avoided Utah.  The police were out in full force, too, although they also relaxed as soon as they figured out that we cold, hardcore mountain types, who came out for a nicely scheduled weekend tour, (together with Denver) arrived tickets in hand, bright-eyed and were actually there for the music.  Seriously: A lot of people 'on tour' just elected to not put in the effort to hit this show.  I am quite confident that it was because of the quality of the audience at this spectacular show that a year later, Phish chose to play Dark Side of the Moon not in Vagas, as everyone was expecting, but at the E Centre in Salt Lake.  Such a great atmosphere, you can really hear the unity in the second set.  The first set we were pushing pushing them, faster and faster, (Page was ripping!) and they were almost competing with one another in Runaway Jim and Maze (They were all four just... Blistering!) until Trey broke down and started playing Fast Enough in the middle of Maze!!!  It was too good, too right, too real to just let the song end... so they simply didn't finish it.  To let us cool down.  Brilliant.  And it was during Also Sprach Zarathustra that security decided they had no reason to have so many officers around and sent them home to their families.  It was almost a security-free show after that, although I saw a few offstage during Antelope who had stuck around to dance.
		So Joyful.  So Chilled Out...  I splashed out to get my brother and I front row tickets for his birthday.  And we were rewarded.  The arena was about half empty as most of the drug scene, quite understandably, avoided Utah.  The police were out in full force, too, although they also relaxed as soon as they figured out that we cold, hardcore mountain types, who came out for a nicely scheduled weekend tour, (together with Denver) arrived tickets in hand, bright-eyed and were actually there for the music.  Seriously: A lot of people 'on tour' just elected to not put in the effort to hit this show.  I am quite confident that it was because of the quality of the audience at this spectacular show that a year later, Phish chose to play Dark Side of the Moon not in Vagas, as everyone was expecting, but at the E Centre in Salt Lake.  Such a great atmosphere, you can really hear the unity in the second set.  The first set we were pushing pushing them, faster and faster, (Page was ripping!) and they were almost competing with one another in Runaway Jim and Maze (They were all four just... Blistering!) until Trey broke down and started playing Fast Enough in the middle of Maze!!!  It was too good, too right, too real to just let the song end... so they simply didn't finish it.  To let us cool down.  Brilliant.  And it was during Also Sprach Zarathustra that security decided they had no reason to have so many officers around and sent them home to their families.  It was almost a security-free show after that, although I saw a few offstage during Antelope who had stuck around to dance.   In a year with so many highlites and amazing historic shows, this one stands alone against any of them.
		In a year with so many highlites and amazing historic shows, this one stands alone against any of them.  After a fantastic ice breaker of a tour opener the guys reveal the recipe they will use frequently for the rest of the show. A slightly shortened show with a short yet laser focused 2nd set.
		After a fantastic ice breaker of a tour opener the guys reveal the recipe they will use frequently for the rest of the show. A slightly shortened show with a short yet laser focused 2nd set. Set 1
		Set 1 Solid first set coupled with a trend-setting second set equals 5 stars from this reviewer.
		Solid first set coupled with a trend-setting second set equals 5 stars from this reviewer.
	 I forgot to give you the puzzle:
		I forgot to give you the puzzle:  S1 Notes: I will take a Runaway Jim to open either set at any show.  I like the way it gets a place moving and slow builds towards that big ending.  "Slow build" is going to turn out to be a theme of this show.  Gumbo brings a lot of excitement when those opening notes kick in, and I’m hanging on Trey’s guitar coming out of the song proper.  Soon, Mike begins to drop the chord progression, pushing towards Type II, and such a patient space jam develops, in fact, I think, the most patient and spacious jam of the night, that whole second set considered.  Maybe spacious is the wrong word, but it is definitely a high-fidelity three-dimensional space that gets opened up.  Maze emerges from this, bringing a good contrast, and my mind is brought back to a strange experience out in the desert witnessing a strange aerial phenomenon officially explained as a Starlink launch… it left doubts, man. FEFY comes out of an unfinished Maze, and it provides a great space to come down and just have calm for a few minutes.  It feels like a nice mental breather.  Some interesting full band improvisation obscures the true identity of the jam about to start, until that familiar hi-hat-kickdrum-snare beat kicks in.  2001 is certainly welcome at this point, as I’m ready to embark back out there for a little while.  We make a close observational pass of Crosseyed and Painless, continuing into a second peak that delivers a Funky Bitch.  I realize, if Phish every plays Utah again, I’m there.  What an amazing, beautiful, and often, profoundly strange place.  At this point, I felt that I had gotten a set worth of music, and it goes to show how deep I felt the set had already gone.  But then, the ugly pig appears.  I am honestly neutral on Guyute.  I know, I know.  But this one is, honestly, a little sloppy.  Whistling banter leads to Antelope, with foreboding Page, Trey twists up his guitar lines, then bursts them open in an uncoiling, and at some point, the rhythm drops out and the band is playing in zero gravity for a few moments.  The entry ramp of the ship drops open, and They speak Whistle.
		S1 Notes: I will take a Runaway Jim to open either set at any show.  I like the way it gets a place moving and slow builds towards that big ending.  "Slow build" is going to turn out to be a theme of this show.  Gumbo brings a lot of excitement when those opening notes kick in, and I’m hanging on Trey’s guitar coming out of the song proper.  Soon, Mike begins to drop the chord progression, pushing towards Type II, and such a patient space jam develops, in fact, I think, the most patient and spacious jam of the night, that whole second set considered.  Maybe spacious is the wrong word, but it is definitely a high-fidelity three-dimensional space that gets opened up.  Maze emerges from this, bringing a good contrast, and my mind is brought back to a strange experience out in the desert witnessing a strange aerial phenomenon officially explained as a Starlink launch… it left doubts, man. FEFY comes out of an unfinished Maze, and it provides a great space to come down and just have calm for a few minutes.  It feels like a nice mental breather.  Some interesting full band improvisation obscures the true identity of the jam about to start, until that familiar hi-hat-kickdrum-snare beat kicks in.  2001 is certainly welcome at this point, as I’m ready to embark back out there for a little while.  We make a close observational pass of Crosseyed and Painless, continuing into a second peak that delivers a Funky Bitch.  I realize, if Phish every plays Utah again, I’m there.  What an amazing, beautiful, and often, profoundly strange place.  At this point, I felt that I had gotten a set worth of music, and it goes to show how deep I felt the set had already gone.  But then, the ugly pig appears.  I am honestly neutral on Guyute.  I know, I know.  But this one is, honestly, a little sloppy.  Whistling banter leads to Antelope, with foreboding Page, Trey twists up his guitar lines, then bursts them open in an uncoiling, and at some point, the rhythm drops out and the band is playing in zero gravity for a few moments.  The entry ramp of the ship drops open, and They speak Whistle. The first set is absolutely amazing.
		The first set is absolutely amazing.  This is a pretty low key show.  Maze, Antelope, and Guyute have their peaks like normal, but aside from those this show doesn't hit too many other highs, which is A-OK with me because the funk is in full force.  Gumbo grooves like a boss, 2001 is taken a little slower and is funky as all get out, and Wolfman's is premium funktown.  Twist isn't as funky as those just mentioned, but is a beautiful jam that is not to be missed.  And everything else is played with that special energy that fall 97 had, you know what I'm talking about.
		This is a pretty low key show.  Maze, Antelope, and Guyute have their peaks like normal, but aside from those this show doesn't hit too many other highs, which is A-OK with me because the funk is in full force.  Gumbo grooves like a boss, 2001 is taken a little slower and is funky as all get out, and Wolfman's is premium funktown.  Twist isn't as funky as those just mentioned, but is a beautiful jam that is not to be missed.  And everything else is played with that special energy that fall 97 had, you know what I'm talking about. SET 1:
		SET 1:  Second show of Fall '97 produces some absolute heaters, but is overall overlooked because pretty much each of the highlights are arguably topped by more noteworthy versions over the next few weeks (this Twist might take the cake, but look to 11/26 for Gumbo and 2001, 11/22 for Antelope, 11/19 for Wolfman's Brother, and 12/7 for Slave). Nonetheless, in a vacuum this show is absolutely spectacular front to back. Set I Gumbo brings that great, extended, laidback '97 funk. Maze features an extended Page solo in which he really works the organ for all it's worth. After a great Trey peak, he decides to turn just before the finish line and ripcord into FEFY, which is glorious as ever. 2001 has some excellently tasty Mike involved, and the transition into Funky Bitch is a great catapult. The Guyute whistling influence in Antelope makes for a very fun twist, but the jam itself is also worth noting for its great drum and bass work.
		Second show of Fall '97 produces some absolute heaters, but is overall overlooked because pretty much each of the highlights are arguably topped by more noteworthy versions over the next few weeks (this Twist might take the cake, but look to 11/26 for Gumbo and 2001, 11/22 for Antelope, 11/19 for Wolfman's Brother, and 12/7 for Slave). Nonetheless, in a vacuum this show is absolutely spectacular front to back. Set I Gumbo brings that great, extended, laidback '97 funk. Maze features an extended Page solo in which he really works the organ for all it's worth. After a great Trey peak, he decides to turn just before the finish line and ripcord into FEFY, which is glorious as ever. 2001 has some excellently tasty Mike involved, and the transition into Funky Bitch is a great catapult. The Guyute whistling influence in Antelope makes for a very fun twist, but the jam itself is also worth noting for its great drum and bass work.Add a Review
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Review by waxbanks
This was the moment when Phish stopped giving their fans a Great Value for the Money, stopped being the Best Night Out in Rock, and transformed into something deeper and stranger. It seems to me this music could only have come out of the band consciously rejecting the urge, the felt need, to be anything in particular. Having burnt fuel at an extraordinary rate in 1994-96 and consciously reached for a rhythmic-experimental lifeline in spring and summer '97, the band came to the desert able (because for the very first time *willing*) to glide noiselessly through space, to listen hard to starlight rather than needing to throw off sparks. They're not showing off here, not even a little bit. Can you imagine how hard that must have been for someone like Trey Anastasio? For a mind like his to quiet down to this degree? But here they are moving beyond funk as *style* to minimalism of every sort as *method*, and finding the opposite of the academic austerity that 'minimalism' seems to imply -- an intense negative pressure that pulls from them something theretofore hidden and secret.
The difference between the breakthroughs of Fall 97 and Phish's previous 'psychedelic' playing is that there isn't a hint of forebrain in these shows. They move logically from tune to tune, but it's an emotional logic, joyfully (and darkly) irrational. Wonderland is a scary place, ask Alice. The intuitive group movement and deliberate unself-conscious evolution within and between improvisations, sets, and whole shows is the main thing separating the dark spaces of Fall 97 from previous experiments that could be antagonistic, or cute, or narrowly representational. I think I've said this before: old Phish could sound like what sad lonely music sounds like, but by Fall 97 the music could finally just be sad and lonely (and much else besides). Maybe that's the essence of their maturity as artists. 'The *biggest* idea...communication.' You can hear some of that in the Vegas show, to be sure -- there's a reason folks get weepy about the Vegas Stash -- but something emerged full grown on this night. Not just a dreamy second set, but an enveloping nightlong experience that moved from effortless mastery to a frightening intensity of engagement in the first set, and then to (what I hear as) perfect presentness in the strange winding road of the second set.
You may prefer other shows from this monthlong journey -- Everyone Knows 12/6 Is the Best, and so ploddingly forth -- but listening now I'm startled by the rapidity of the band's transformation, these first few nights of tour, from the guys who played that heartbreaking Gin and asswiggling 2001 at the Great Went to the ghost travellers darkly whispering on this night. Ultimately it's not about 'funk' at all, but about the natural consequences of embracing musical democracy and patient beat-first groove building and intense emotional presence as first principles and just seeing where it took them.
I know I should write more about other things, and let Fall 97 be, but as much as this 'review' is about the music (which is quite good, y'know; you can tell your friends quite confidently it's *good music*), it's about recognizing when four human beings, Artists almost incidentally, are undergoing a scary, thrilling transformation among strangers, and emerging -- constantly; still emerging, in fact -- as a new greater body, more robust and capable and complexly alive than ever before. You should listen to this show sometime because everything about it is, in some way, strange and new. It's brave as hell.
Our favourite band is four very brave guys. They brought back a beautiful piece of darkness to share among friends. How darkly deadly dreamily swell of them.