Soundcheck: My Soul, How Long, Dream Weaver
SET 1: Chalk Dust Torture, Sample in a Jar, Cars Trucks Buses, The Sloth, Divided Sky, Waste > Ghost, Wilson > You Enjoy Myself
SET 2: Twist > The Moma Dance > What's the Use? > Train Song > Also Sprach Zarathustra > Misty Mountain Hop
ENCORE: Guyute, Hello My Baby
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Review by montaigne
Sloth was a rare, nice treat.
This was a good show, but after the AWESOMENESS of Oswego, any show would have seemed lackluster. I cannot comprehend, for the life of me, why I read so many negative reviews of Oswego. 7-17-99 might be one of the best 2-set shows Phish has ever played (for setlist awesomeness and jamming!!! It really all came together).
We crossed back into Buffalo to get our supplies. I tried my key in the locker, but it wouldn't open. A police officer came up to me and asked if I needed help. I told him I think I owed money on the locker. He walked me down a narrow hallway to a tiny room with a desk and a man behind it. I gave the man two dollars, and the police officer escorted me back to the locker. Needless to say, I'm a bit nervous about the whole goddamn thing at this point. The officer opened up the locker, and I grabed a cooler. I could HEAR glass clinking together inside the cooler, but it must not have aroused any suspicion in the mind of the law. I walked out quickly, got in the car where my buds were waiting, and we got the phuck out of Buffalo!
I miss touring.
I miss the funk.
It's still good to be alive though.