What time is it? It's Party Time!!! An upbeat, percussive kick-start before a solid Punch. BOTT brought its usual jangly funk. This was the first of many moments last night when I thought to myself, "someone done put some Bakersfield in that there gee-tar!" My Soul completed the warm up, and then the Gin hosed us down. Too brief for "epic" status, this Gin was liquid fire - Page went bazonkers on keys & stuck the landings, some scat-style vocal improv, and peakage that approaches New Haven Tweezer intensity. Do not skip this Gin!!! Always fun to get a rare nugget like Ride Captain Ride after such a throwdown, even if I don't think Trey does justice to the guitar parts. (I know - blasphemy, downward thumb, etc.) Stash doesn't dangle for long, but it gets weird for a bit, and they really nailed the re-entry this time. Simple was a joyous surprise. Phish tour is grand!!! A little rough around the edges, but a minute or two of bliss precedes the awkward fizzle into Bowie. Trey's fingers might have lost a step or two, and Bowie doesn't get much more type I than this, but they worked the dynamics impressively at the end. Character Zero stomped the set home with authori-tah. Twisted little variation on the guitar solo.

Then, things really got good. Drowned was a mood-shifting journey, highlit by a languid chordal drift down a lazy river - akin to the Coventry soundcheck without the mud or the cows. Jarring intro to Light, but good & tight, and this version crackles. Particles and waves gushing out of a shreddy hose, and then it gets drippy and glurpy for a while before inexplicably fizzling to silence. Sand is redemption. Dirty, snarling Ocedoc madness! The moon people came out to do the techy stomp. If only it didn't end so soon. Theme has some rough spots, but it's energetic enough. Mike's is short, but different. No Quarter has some ugly, deflating flubs, but it still delivers us some evil. Weekapaug gets slap-happy and weird. Mid-register twangy shredding replaces the old-school dizzying torrent of high notes. It works. They didn't quite stick this landing, but no worries.

Boogie On-core!!! Gotta love that big farty bass whomp! Fishman stealthily hands off the sticks to another drummer mid-song, and both Trey and Page seem surprised when they turn around and the drummer ain't dressed like no lady! Awkwardly abrupt ending. Fishman introduces Kennard, and quickly tells him how to play Possum. What a glorious, driving Possum! Fight bell!!! A weird finish, as Fishman never returns to the stage, but mucho fun.

Once again, thank you Phish!!! Hope to see you again someplace next year!