Of all the bands I’ve gone out to see throughout my life — starting with the Pittsburgh stop of They Might Be Giants’ Apollo 18 tour when I was 15 — Phish is the most wonderful, consistent group I’ve seen. Even if you just listen to any of their readily-available live recordings, you’ll hear that they strive to stretch the bounds of their music and deliver new experiences to their audience. And to rock.
Last night was a fantastic Phish show. The highlights for me were “Sample in a Jar,” “Mike’s Song” segued into “Weekapaug Groove,” “Character Zero,” and “The Squirming Coil” as their encore/closer. I always get chills when Page pounds out the last bars of that one.
I took all these pictures on my Blackberry Storm, so the quality sucks on some of them.
The crowd was thick, hot, and impatient. Bottlenecks going in, and worse bottlenecks trying to get out afterward.
The weatherman called for scattered thunderstorms, but it never rained until well after the show. While I’m glad that we didn’t get dumped on while Phish played, I was actually praying for the rains to come and alleviate the humidity. I was coated in sweat the whole time.
Phish has the best light show. Period. Chris Kuroda is a brilliant lighting designer, and is as much a part of the band as any of the four playing on stage.
Balloon Guy. This hippie kept running through the crowd with ornate balloon animals, and seemed to really like running around the area we were standing in.