[DISCLAIMERS: A) My recreational Phish listening is comprised almost exclusively of ’97-’98, Dick’s 2012 and Mann 2015, which probably sets my “good show” bell curve unfairly high. B) I’m very much a Jam guy. Give me some – any – type 2 stretch-out improv, and I leave a show smiling and satisfied. If it’s funky jamming, I leave elated with joy]

To all the veteran fans who got shut out last night, you didn’t miss much (in my opinion, of course):

I don’t know what officially qualifies as a “bust-out”, but The Sloth, Bittersweet Motel, Fluffhead and Contact were all fun to hear, and well executed. Aside from that, it was a typical setlist, canned type 1 mini-jams show. Neither the Tweezer nor the Mike’s ever really grew wings.

As an aside, it was crazy hot in there, and some “fan” thought Fish needed a little help playing the drums during Weekapaug. Not sure how or why that was allowed to happen, but I’m grateful he appeared to be the harmless “hey, man” type…. could have been a lot worse.

In accordance with my disclaimer preface, I am admittedly too jam dependent. So be it. As always, I’m very grateful that my favorite band for 27 years of my life is still going at it, and playing very well 99.9% of the time. And those CK5 lights never hurt my eyes.

See you in Mansfield,
~Nigel