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I have the fortune of having years of tour experience listening to the first few shows, believing I know better, then 46 Days comes and establishes that I have no right to make comments other than, "THANK YOU!" Thank you for always proving me wrong as I sit on my laurels and hmmm and haw about how I think it should be done.
I am a Gorge awaiter. I am now a southern man wondering why they skipped us this year. I am a later-in-the-tour goer. I sit and ponder my navel early in a tour and expect more than early tour can grant me. I, too, hangover from last year's tour and await the hair of the dog to uncloud my small, but soulful spirit. I wade in slowly and hesitate as the water reaches my balls and suck in deep. . .then 46 Days happens!
Did you hear the Trey comment prior to heavy things? His uncertainty of whether he had the right note and if the beat was fast enough? I assumed, Fishman's look was saying, "Dude, I got this. Trust me." That is where I thought Trey's smart-ass comeback after "I Didn't Know" came from. Cavern was another prank pulled by Fishman on the whole band. . .or was there more my ears did not see?
There were parts of this show that made me still doubt if I am willing to jump right into the waters early in the summer, but this second set help me find my courage. Fuck it! Get in! Get wet! GO PHISHIN!
Carini. Tweezer. Fluff! And a Piper too?! C'Mon! Did you hear the joy in the crescendo of Fluffhead?
The hardest part of this show was the Hood into Reprise. Reprise was so short that I was not out of my shock of wondering if they were trying to make Harry Hood radio-length-worthy.
I guess I was still so myphed that I hardly indulged in Walrus.
Hard to end on those many notes.
I will close by stating that the second set woke me up. I am on tour from a long way away (Slovenia). I am ever so grateful, but ready for the gentlemen to spend some more time in the tour bus doing whatever they do to indulge in each others' presence and share in the groove!
Maybe its time to play a venue that they know well. Settle in. Camel Walk!