The brief conclusions of Wilson and Tube completed the versions from the previous evening. Weekapaug included Jungle Boogie lyrics and a Divided Sky tease; Weekapaug, YEM, First Tube, and Chalk Dust also included Auld Lang Syne teases. Seven Below was unfinished. The house music played over the P.A. during the second setbreak consisted solely of songs that referenced “cars” in their titles. As midnight neared during Jungle Boogie (a Phish debut), Fish’s drum kit was wheeled to the side of the stage. An Austin Cooper Mini automobile was lowered to the stage from above. The Miami Palmetto Senior High Band and cheerleading squad emerged from the car one-by-one, giving the impression that they were all in the car together. In reality, the car had touched down over a trap door in the stage and the guests came out from underneath. Also emerging were dancers similar to the bunny-women present at the IT Festival. The marching band joined in on the jam that emerged from Jungle Boogie. With the stage covered with marching band members and dancers (some even on top of Page’s baby grand piano), an emcee (dressed in an Eddie George, Tennessee Titans, #27 football jersey) counted the clock down to midnight. A massive balloon drop followed. Phish then led the marching band through an instrumental version of Iron Man (also a Phish debut). Reba did not have the whistling ending. For his “first song of 2004,” in honor of the Miami Heat, Fish performed the Phish debut of Feel the Heat, which contained Fame quotes from Trey and Fish. HYHU contained more references to “Henrietta’s Heat” as Fish took laps around the stage. Frankenstein was preceded by a Fluffhead tease.
Jam Chart Versions
Auld Lang Syne, Divided Sky, and Jungle Boogie teases in Weekapaug Groove, Auld Lang Syne tease in You Enjoy Myself, Auld Lang Syne tease in First Tube, Auld Lang Syne tease in Chalk Dust Torture, Fluffhead tease, Fame quote in Feel the Heat
Debut Years (Average: 1991)
On This Date

This show was part of the "2003 NYE Run"

Show Reviews

, attached to 2003-12-31

Review by zzyzx

zzyzx (Published in the second edition of The Phish Companion...)

After the amazing show of 12/30, people were of two minds about New Year's Eve. Most people figured that there was no way that the show would live up to the previous one. Others had more hope. In either case, excitement was high before the show, as is only proper for 12/31.

This show starts with a what if. I tried to sit with my friends George and Elayne, but we couldn't find seats together. As a result, instead of sitting with close friends, Melissa and I sat near a bunch of screaming people who were more focused on the fate of various balloons and the state of their cocaine supplies than the music Phish was playing. I wonder if this review would be a lot more positive if that were not the case.

The show started off interestingly enough. Taking a page from the Disco Biscuits play book, they finished the "Wilson" from the night before, before starting "Mike's Song". Like most 2003 versions, the "Mike's" was short and didn't really go anywhere, but the "Weekapaug" part of this complete breakfast got my blood pumping early. The "Auld Lang Syne" tease served as a reminder of where I was, what I was doing, and why I should be excited about it.

I know that people in general don't want to read about “Guyute”, but something impressive happened in this one. During the fast part of the jam after the jig part, Mike and Trey were having a long conversation. They played their difficult parts perfectly while having the chat. That made me become even slightly more impressed with the band.

A solid “You Enjoy Myself” served as the likely set closer. Normally NYE sets run close to an hour. Instead though, we got a slamming “First Tube” which then led to the other Disco Biscuits moment, finishing the 12/30 “Tube”. The setlist games were pretty fun and you have to appreciate anything that has the result of giving us longer sets and shorter setbreaks. The first set break was under a half hour.

The first real highlight of the show was the start of the second set. The “Stash” was long and interesting, albeit more melodic and spacey than high energy. When paired with an energetic “Seven Below”, this worked really well. One Yinged, the other Yanged and this was a great half hour of music. While the rest of the set did little for me (the “Chalk Dust” -> “Slave” > Chalk Dust” was a lot better on paper than it was live), at least we were going to get one peak worthy of this run.

After four days it was finally upon us. My side stage seats let me know that it was a car behind the curtains, but I was dying to know what they would do with it. The setbreak music made me even more curious, as they played a lot of songs with a car theme. I didn't see how they would be able to fit the car onto the stage until the set started and they moved Fishman's drum kit. Then the car came down and many, many, many marching band performers came out on stage, to the tune of “Jungle Boogie”. I think if I were sitting anywhere else in the building, I would have been amazed by this, but unfortunately, I was right by the stage. I could see the trap door opening to let people in through the car. It's better to have illusions sometimes.

2004 started off the way that every year should. After a brief “Iron Man” instrumental, we got a long, exciting “Runaway Jim”. The first ten minutes of the song were just okay, but then Trey counted out a jam to Fishman and things really took off. The jam became an energetic thing that vaguely reminded me of “Satisfaction”. After six minutes or so of playing that theme, it went into a spacey build jam like the end of “A Day in the Life”. That was the tension, the release was the return to the jam. A minute later they did the build jam trick again, this time to a different theme. This was a great jam and I was getting extremely excited for this set. Maybe this show would rival the previous one!

...Or maybe it wouldn't. Perhaps “Simple” should have the line, "What is a band without buzzkills?" because that is the role that that song takes on these days. Two of my favorite jams of the year - this “Jim” and the Philly “Twist” from the Thanksgiving Run - were ended by a segue into “Simple”. That is reason alone for me to root for its retirement, or at least a return to the Summer 1994 anarchistic versions. Follow that with a sloppy “Reba”, and the set seemed lost. The best thing about this part of the show was a sign that someone was holding up in the air, "Just doing some stretching." It's nice to see fans with a sense of humor.

Speaking of which, we got a return to the wackiness during “I Didn't Know”. The vacuum section morphed into a cover of “Feel My Heat”. This was classic Phish silliness, and the joke continuing during the “HYHU” that followed. "Can you feel that?,” Trey asked, “That's Henrietta's heat!". This is the sort of wackiness that I always hope for in a third set environment.

As I was walking back to my hotel after the “Frankenstein” encore, I was pretty down on this show. The stunt seemed more confused than anything, lacking the style of the giant hotdog or the obvious theme of the “Seven Below” snowstorm. The sets were all inconsistent; every one had some mediocre moments. Now that I've had a day to fly home (and catch up on my sleep some on the airplanes), I'm a little more positive about this.

Sure, it's not 12/31/95 or Big Cypress, but this is a welcome addition to the NYE pantheon. Between the setlist games, the two great jams, and a few minor bits of wackiness, this did what a NYE show was supposed to do. It was a capping bit of wackiness to end a really good four show run. I can't really ask for anything more than that.
, attached to 2003-12-31

Review by FunkyCFunkyDo

FunkyCFunkyDo BLAT BOOM BA-DIBBY-BOOM DIBBY-BOOM!!! That's how this show started. No, really. Member how Wilson was unfinished the previous night and just kinda sunk into Sand (I member), well Phish member'd too and started this show off with a totally Phishy thing to do: finishing that closing section to Wilson. The crowd went nuts!!! This might be one of my favorite all-time openers just because of how comical/apt/ridiculous/100% Phishy it was. Trey then catapults the band into Mike's Song and we are off! Mike's was played with some serious growl and ferocity, riding the wave that Wilson had created. The jam was solid, standard-good, but the energy in said jam was a cut-above. Hydrogen came next and was timidly-played to my ears. Not sure how else to say it. It was executed well-enough, not perfectly, but entirely forgivable, but Trey and Page seemed reserved in playing their parts. Nonetheless, it is always a twinkling, pretty three minutes, acting as a blasting pad for Weekapaug Groove. Weekapaug was all sorts of fun. Starting off with some Auld Lang Syne teases and then morphing into a bouncy-ball jam. It loses direction just for a hot second before finding another groove that I have heard before (and I can't put my finer on it!) There is a Piper from Dick's 2011 (I think... ?) that has this jam, and a Weekapaug from 7.21.03 that has this jam, and it is all sorts of fun. It is entirely percussive-based, yet entirely recognizable, and downright fun to listen to! Weekapaug then surges to a climactic ending and BOOM, what a start to the show! A solid Moma Dance comes next and continues to superlegality of what's happening so far. Dance moves which can only be defined as controversial permeate both the American Airlines Arena and living rooms, alike. This Moma Dance is rather "straight forward" (for 2003 standards, as 2003 was the year when Moma got taken for lonnnnnng walks) but this version was more energized and heated, rather than funky and deep. It set up a pretty good Guyute (and any of you following along know I am not a Guyute fan)... however, in the first set, especially with how energized the set has been, I was not unhappy with Guyute's placement. I was, however, very happy with You Enjoy Myself's placement! WOW! DID NOT SEE THIS COMING! Neither did the crowd, judging from the explosive roars of the AUD. What a cool set so far! YEM Was executed fairly well, and the jam featured all sorts of stylistic playing. It starts out with a broken down, entirely Mike-led jazz section (what a cool filter he is using, no?). It then picks up into a jam that tries diligently to follow the trajectory of 12.1.03's still-smoldering version, however, it doesn't quite get as tenacious. B+ for effort, as Trey tries to make this one peak hard, but falls only a little short. Still, an extended jam section highlighted by 1) A Mike Gordon jazz-breakdown and 2) A full-effort attempt at a huge peak 3) First set and this was a delight to listen to. Plus a standard-good bass n drums section. First Tube continues to fury, or at least tries to, as this version was a little tepid to my ears. They never quite locked into that driving, freight train of a groove that can make First Tube soar out of the building. Having said that, as far as song selection is concerned, Phish was crushing it. And to add an extra cherry on top of a comical, inspired set, Phish ends where they begun - by finishing Tube from the night before! A la Wilson, Phish dropped right into the closing section of Tube and, geez, it sounded unbelievably energized in there. It must have been so much fun! What a set!!!

Stash starts set 2 with patience and depth. The composed section seemed more, hmmm, open to me. It wasn't fast, nor intense. It was soft, and sweeping. It just rolled. Perhaps this was premeditated, as the jam that ensues is an all-timer when speaking about Stash. Almost immediately when the jam begins, Trey and Fish create musical space. Patience, slow-playing the jam, they placidly guide it away from any sort of peak. Instead they aim higher. For space. Outer space. Deep space. Imagine yourself in a space suit, outside of the Space Shuttle, looking out into the darkness. This is the music that you would be hearing. Ethereal and profoundly cosmic, the jam embarks into zero gravity. Page creating starlight with synths and organs. Mike creating black holes with rumbling, yet un-charted bass notes. Fish drops out, not entirely, but enough to almost make the jam devoid of time. Then Trey takes the lead - looking back at anthems from IT's Tower Jam and soundcheck, he himself starts to space walk. It corrals the jam and leads it back into the structure of the shuttle. Starts to sound like Stash again... but still with a cosmic tone. Trey fires the rockets and charts a course back to earth! Woosh! Trey guides Phish back into a Stash jam that has a satisfying, tension-filled peak. What a version this is! Must hear if there ever was one! After some extended time to capture their breath (space doesn't have atmosphere to breathe after air) and some more time to screw their noggins back on straight (zero gravity will do that to you) Phish sashays into Seven Below. Nailing the composed section, they skip into a poppy little groove. Jumping rope with notes, the version has a delightfully upbeat feel to it, then it looks back a Stash and says, "I too want to go to space." It bleeds out into an ambient and rather disjointed jam segment which ultimately concludes with, wtf, Lawn Boy? An odd choice, given the heaviness of the set. I tend to like Lawn Boy and the carefree feel to it, but with how dark and heavy this set had started, to me, it just didn't fit. Chalk Dust Torture blasts us right back into dance mode and old Funky is happy again. This Chalk Dust is blistering at first - rally focused, energized, pumped-up playing. The rampages along when Trey makes a move to take it into extended jam territory. His modulates and changes his filters, almost on a dime, making the jam sound unrecognizable to Chalk Dust proper - and just as this happens, you can hear him start licking the opening melodic notes to Slave over the jam. Don't call it a ripchord, because it wasn't. It was a deft and thoughtful -> Slave. A tremendous pairing. This Slave, alebit on the short end, left nothing on the table. Inspiring and uplifting (as, like, ALL Slaves tend to be) this version was in fact just a little better, a little happier, a little more soulful than some other you may have heard. And then, the icing on the cake. As Slave winds down Trey absolutely SPRINTS back into Chalk Dust! And I mean SPRINTS! He wastes no time, taking off at full speed, leaping back into the Chalk Dust jam! Wow! Phish scorches the jam for a solid 2 minutes before bringing it back home to the chorus and ending the song. But, WOW! What a sandwich (don't tell Page)! And what bookends to the set!!!

::FUNK GUITAR:: Is P-Funk coming back out? What's going on? ::more funk guitar, Fishman starts a beat:: What is this?! Ohhh I recognize this!!! JUNGLE BOOGIE. The standard funk anthem swings into set 3! This should be fun! Straight forward but oh so funky (if I do say so myself) the "jam" continues on a straightforward trajectory to open the set. Slowly, more sounds are audible. Sounds like drums (from the deep). No no, not like the Mines of Moria drums... not terrifying drums... these are fun drums! Then more bright sounds. Horns! Yes, indeed, a drumline, a brass section and everything else that accompanies a high-school marching band is now performing Jungle Boogie on stage with Phish. Amazing. (stupid kids, why aren't I grumble grumble). Anyways, the marching band settles into the Jungle Boogie groove and Trey starts to wail over them. Nothing extraordinary, except in how fun it must have been, the truncated "gag" finally dissolves into Auld Lang Syne. Still, smiles abounded, the sultry funk left us smiling and dancing as we rung in the new year... or in my case, January 21st, 2017. Not that anyone is counting. ALS gave way to, another wtf, Iron Man? I don't think this was planned, or rehearsed, but Trey just kinda goes for it. Comedic value: high; playback value: nominal; this was an odd, but still fun, way to start 2004. Just as quickly as Iron Man came, it went, and Phish launches into Runaway Jim! The jam swiftly picks up steam and surges forward. But it falters. It breaks down and gets lost in itself... Fishman salvages it though, briefly, with a quick, rock-based drum flourish and the band leaps back into that fiery preceding jam. But. Again, it falters. It just kinda drones along for the next 10 minutes. Honestly, maybe one of the most "meh" 22-minute jams you'll ever hear. Oh well. Jim dissolves benevolently into Simple, but I think Phish is getting tired. Simple is a whimper of a jam that evaporates into... whoa, Reba??? Second wind?? Ehhh... maybe not. Reba had some hard-to-listen-to moments in the composed section and the jam, while pillow-top soft, was rather uneventful It does deserve, however, at least a few words. The Reba jam was light and fluttery. Very light, very fluttery, with almost no intent on peaking. In fact at one point it broke down to Trey, by himself, in a contemplative and introspective solo (which was very pretty to be honest) but when the band re-joined him, the Reba jam reflected his solo: meditative. It was pretty though. A weird, but funny, I Didn't Know > Feel the Heat (uh huh, if you can even call it that) vacuum solo > Hold Your Head Up definitely let us know the band was tired. But hey, they really threw down this show. A standard-good Antelope closed the set (with not much to write about), followed by a standard Frankenstein encore.

You know what, hey can't always stick the landing, on a particular song or show, but the all-around effort was there, no doubt about it. This was a fantastic, fun, funny, spacey, exploratory, energized, fresh, unique, and 100% Phishy Phish show that put an exclamation point on a year that contained all those adjectives, and so much more.

Must-hear jams: Stash, Chalk Dust -> Slave > Chalk Dust
Probably-should-listen-to jams: "Wilson," Weekapaug Groove, You Enjoy Myself, "Tube," Jungle Boogie
, attached to 2003-12-31

Review by JezmundTheFamilyBeserker96

JezmundTheFamilyBeserker96 Set 1 Highlights: Weekapaug Groove, The Moma Dance (Standout Rendition), You Enjoy Myself

Set 2 Highlights: Stash (Standout Jam), Seven Below > Lawn Boy, Chalk Dust Torture -> Slave to the Traffic Light > Chalk Dust Torture

Set 3 Highlights: Jungle Boogie

And just like that, the 2003 New Year's Eve Run comes to a close. The show starts off in a very unique and fun fashion by finishing the previous night's Wilson before kicking into an old school Mike's > H2 > Groove. Weekapaug in particular brought the heat with a relatively dissonant portion uncharactertistic for the normal Weekapaug Jam. The set continues with a smoking Trey-led rendition of Moma Dance. If 2/26/03 is the quintessential straightforward funky version of this tune, this is among the quintessential rocking Moma's. Guyute follows and is the low point of the set for me (not my song). 2003 has no shortage of killer YEM's (2/26, 7/19 and 7/30, my personal favorite) and this one certainly strives for greatness but never quite completely connects. A strong version that is worth hearing nonetheless. In true tongue-in-cheek fashion, the band rips into First Tube following the vocal jam and brings the whole set full circle by completing the Tube from the previous night. A strong first set that is followed up by my second favorite set of the run (just behind 12/29 II). The Stash that opens up set II is an absolute monstrosity (in the best way) and strays so far over the map that you'd have to be insane to not check this one out. A strong rendition of Seven Below follows before transitioning called it...Lawn Boy. I personally couldn't have thought of a better spot for Lawn Boy, something about the quirkiness of Page getting front and center and crooning that just contrasts so well with the preceding 35 minutes of madness. An awesome Chalk Dust Torture -> Slave to the Traffic Light > Chalk Dust Torture brings the set to a close. To kick off set III, the band kicks into Jungle Boogie accompanied by the Miami Palmetto Marching Band which is just an insane amount of fun. That being said, the rest of the set just feels a lot like the band was having a little *too* much fun as well, particularly Trey. The Jim is definitely worth checking out but aside from that, there's not much that I see myself coming back too. The composed section of Reba was a total shitshow and the rest of the set just felt like the band was out of gas to me, my .02. Frankenstein closes out the night and the run. Overall, a killer New Years Run, I'm extremely surprised about how little I have heard this run talked about and I can't recommend giving it a full front-to-back spin enough, there are tons of gems throughout.
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