Phish, you were fabulously jamtastic, and I dearly loved that sweet cover of Joni Mitchell’s “Free Man In Paris”, but I swear there were times when your light show made me feel like I was strapped in a chair next to Karl in Room 23. What can I say? I freely bought my own ticket.
Also: I neglected to bring along a hardhat, which would have come in handy for the glow stick hailstorm during your version of the opening movement of Also Sprach Zarathustra. Everybody looked like they were having fun and the glow stick tossing was random and joyous, so it was all cool. Thanks for the show.
Oh, P. S.: I know there are those who love Big Green Furry Monster From Mars – enough to fill whole amphitheaters – but that there is a migraine-inducer, boys.