Thursday, December 31, 2009

STS9: Axe The Cables

I went into this show thinking that "anything could happen", but knew that it had the potential to be great. I am not a super fan of STS9... in fact, the last time I saw them was Red Rocks '07. Like The Joker, I have not been impressed with anything the band has done in the last few years but really enjoy their early stuff.

The band had asked anyone with Will Call tickets to show up between 7:30pm-8:00pm to "avoid delays". They obviously were not prepared to handle the crowd because they didn't open the doors until just after 8pm and were scrambling to get setup to let people in. Katie and I found ourselves surrounded by a lot of young kids who were either drunk or spun. This was disappointing to me because anyone who came ready to "rage" was probably not going to have a good time. Eating molly at this show seemed like a bad idea.

When it came time for us to get our tickets, they couldn’t find my envelope. Thankfully, Crawford (a guy I know who works for STS9 management) was working the ticket table and knew that I had bought tickets. He handed me two tickets for FRONT ROW, CENTER! We could not have been any closer, or more center! From now on Crawford will now be known as "Brahford" - what a guy!


SET 1:

New Soma
the following
Dem be
New song...still untitled
Glen Tells Kengo
From now on
lo swaga

Set 2:

the fog
Between 6th and 7th (feat. Dom from Big Gigantic on sax)
986 ft tall trees
so it goes
breath in


Life Sweet Breath

The music was really well done. You could tell that they had practiced for this show because the music was tight. Being a musician myself, I get off on studying the communication between band members and always find myself looking for mistakes. The guys were all smiles, really tuned in to each other, and very focused - flawless.

The entire show was absolutely stellar, but the second set really took me to the place... The place? its in your soul... You know, "that place"... I was taken to a new level of musical appreciation. Anyway, I'm not good at going thru each song and explaining why it was good, just get the SBD and listen for yourself. A buddy of mine summed it up perfect with, "if you like good music, I'm not sure how you could not have loved last night!”

The point really is that I was able to forget about everything I have known STS9 to be. I was able to forget about the spunion circus that follows them. I ignored the fact that I have not enjoyed recent music from them. I focused on the music that was played in front of me and did not need any substance but my ears to enjoy it. It was very refreshing, but most of all it was beautiful. There were several times throughout the night that I had chills or even a little moisture in the eyes.

The band recently announced that they will be playing another acoustic set on Jamcruise. Make sure you check it out!

You can check out a few pictures that we took HERE

12/30/09 Show Recap: Breaking Out

Show #188. As the Miami run gets deeper, the crew stays up later and later like famished vampires, which means we see less and less of the Florida sun. We took a bit longer to motivate, but we managed to grab grub at The Filling Station (delicious burgers where the hot waitress went to the same school as me) before we partied it up in the suite and four of us played a quick poker tournament. I was the first to bust. Benjo went out in third. Change100 was the runner up, while Wildo came from behind to win the Phish Fried Miami Poker Open.

It was Hawaiian shirt day, our theme costume, and we headed to the lots and parked in the same spot as Tuesday. Good folks around us including one fellow handing out Adderrall. I headed to the Shakedown to sell Dharma patches. The scene was mellower because of the lack of tanks and more undercover cops. But I knew that was temporary because the inmates eventually take over the asylum. The Joker set up shop and we ran into Ruben from Partyin' Peeps.

I had an awesome day sales wise. Cash sales plus several interesting trades. Seems like everyone had product to move and I was bombarded with offers to buy an encyclopedia of pharmacopoeia and other illicit wares. Roxys. Morphine. Klonapin. Headies. Fingerhash. And enough Yay to keep Akron lit for a month. One strung out whiskey tango chick loved the Joker's LOST tshirts. She didn't have any money but offered to trade her methadone for a Hurley shirt. The Joker declined. He had gotten a verbal warning from cops to scram and pack up his vending table. "I don't make the rules, I just enforce 'em."

Once the sun set, the tanks trickled out and a few ghetto birds patrolled the air. I got an email from my buddy Gil in Brooklyn who wondered about the swirling Lady Ga Ga rumors of sitting in with the Phish. Turns out that Jesse started those rumors -- which meant it wasn't true. Just another one of those Phishy mindfucks.

We sat Fishman side of stage about 20 rows back. The Joker and Strawberry Shortcake upgraded to behind the stage. For the first time, the 300 and 400 level sections behind the stage were opened up. The sections were previously blocked off.

The signs were out in force. Walls of the Cave. LaGrange. RocketMan. Birds of a Feather. Tela. Peaches. Which one would they play?
The Phish 12/30/09 American Airlines Arena - Miami, FL

Set 1: Soul Shakedown Party, Runaway Jim, Jesus Just Left Chicago, Dixie Cannonball, Stealing Time from the Faulty Plan, Corrina, What's the Use?, Tela, Gone, Rocky Top, Chalkdust Torture, David Bowie

Set 2: Sand, The Curtain With, Lifeboy, Back on the Train > Velvet Sea, HYHU > Love You > HYHU, Free, Boogie On Reggae Woman, Antelope

Encore: Frankenstein
Set 1 kicked off with a Marley cover... Soul Shakedown Party. I usually place a high value in the opening song. If they go the safe route (like AC/DC Bag or Jim) then you know it's gonna be a vanilla show. But if they throw you a curveball, you can expect a night of delicious weirdness.

The first bustout of the show? Jesus Just Left Chicago. Gritty blues. Page tearing it up. Then it was Mike's turn to shine with a hick-inspired Dixie Cannonball. All I kept thinking about was Smokey and the Bandit.

Benjo and I were gambling on the setlist again. I had picked Stealing Time from the Faulty Plan and it was the only one I'd get correct. He would improve his lead when he nailed two more songs.

After a thrashing Faulty Plan, the boys followed up with a gentle Corrina which makes all the Phishy chicks wet and damp. Keeping with the bustout theme of the show, next up was the ambient vehicle What's the Use?. I'm a fan of dissonant static and loved the ambient jams of the late 1990s.

Unexpectedly, the elusive Tela appeared. The crowd erupted. Tela had not been played in 11+ years and Phish threw the Gamehendge nerds a sympathy fuck with a tasty Tela.

The Joker's reaction? "I hope this means that that asshole will stop screaming Tela in between every song. Teeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllla! Jesus, shut the fuck up, man!"

Tela segued into Gone, another debut before they embarked upon a high-energy Rocky Top. Strawberry Shortcake had been waiting to hear that since her first show in Knoxville. She was born in Knoxville and a huge UT fan, so the song has sentimental value. She used to perform karaoke versions of the song in malls when she was 8 years old. She got bruises on her knees from jumping up and down and banging them on the seat in front of her. Sometimes, I love it when my friends get to hear a song that they adore and have been waiting to hear. Glad that Strawberry got her song.

The capricious set ended with an overpowering one-two punch with an inspiring Chalkdust Torture and a pounding David Bowie,l which put a sense of normalcy into the quirky start that included a little bit of everything. The set was an Everything Bagel. I'm not saying that I didn't like it, just that the set seemed rough around the edges. I enjoyed the bustouts but the set lacked cohesion and smoothness.

Second set opened with a feverish Sand. Just a 13-minute version but intense. Thrilled to hear it since it's fallen out of the rotation. A group of five Paris Hilton clones in designer clothes and hand bags wandered by with cocktails. They seemed severely out of place at the show and I wondered how much coke they had stuff into their bras.

Another bustout. Lifeboy. Slow Phish. Gave me a chance to smoke up before a ground-shaking Back on the Train. Miami fried funk. The jam delved off the deep end into a daunting ambient jam as they wandered off the tracks.

Crowd during Velvet

After a lull with Velvet Sea, it was time for Fishman hijinks. The crowd was whipped into a frenzy with the first bar of HYHU as Trey jumped on the drums and Fish stepped up to center stage. He alluded to Trey's comment about Fishman's last vac solo of the decade was the other night. Alas, Fishman decided to have someone in the crowd play the vac.

He was looking "for someone dressed like me" and for a brief moment I expected to see Lady GaGa step out in a Fishman dress, but instead Fish pointed to a scruffy-looking fellow in the front row with a t-shirt that resembled his dress. The kid named Rich could play a mean vac and Fishman even handed over his coveted instrument. Talk about a serious souvenir.

The last three songs? Insanity. A barrage of ass-shaking music. Rocking Free. Funkified Boogie On Reggae Woman. And a fierce-driving Antelope which included several Boogie On and Roses Are Free teases.

The Frankenstein encore was something I had been waiting to hear again. I just love that cover. Fishman thrives on the drum solo and Page gets to feel like Trey for a song as he jams out on his keytar.

The second sets have been stellar, so I leave the shows with a huge ass grin on my face.

Miami Setlist Wednesday 12/30/09

The Phish 12/30/09 American Airlines Arena - Miami, FL

Set 1: Soul Shakedown Party, Runaway Jim, Jesus Just Left Chicago, Dixie Cannonball*, Stealing Time from the Faulty Plan, Corrina, What's the Use?, Tela, Gone, Rocky Top, Chalkdust Torture, David Bowie

Set 2: Sand, The Curtain With, Lifeboy, Back on the Train > Velvet Sea, HYHU > Love You** > HYHU, Free, Boogie On Reggae Woman, Antelope***

Encore: Frankenstein

** Fishman picks kid out of crowd (who is dressed like him) to play a vac solo, then gives away his vac
*** with Roses Are Free teases

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

12/29/09 Show Recap: Feel the Heat Tuesday

Show #187. Woke up early on a frigid Miami morning. The crew ambled about and motivated for lunch at The Filling Station. We played a Chinese Poker (in Euros) in the suite during the pre-party. We headed to the lot earlier than Monday. The light disappears quickly and the darkness descends around 5ish and that's when things get sketchier in the lots. Deviant derelicts crawling out of the shadows and invading the psychedelic carnival. Homeless guys drenched in urine and standing on the corner hawking bicycle wheels that they obviously pilfered. One local dealer pushed hard drugs to pay for a new pair of Air Jordans. But they were angels compared to the hostiles, the thugs with the nitrous tanks. As we walked up to the lots, we saw the residual effects of our wasted generation... thousands of multi-colored used balloons cluttering the sidewalks and parking lots.

Joker and I headed to Shakedown during the daylights hours to maximize sales before the madness took over. The lot was slightly more organized than the previous day. I sold Dharma patches and bartered for grilled cheese sandwiches, beer, a heady crystal, t-shirts, and a ganja carrot cupcake. I thrive on the hustle and bustle and meeting new people.

I scored Adderral (thanks brah, you know who you are) and the girls were drinking rum and ginger ale. Rats the size of armadillos ran rampant in the weeds in the back lots. You had to bring a large stick with you when you pissed as protection so one of those nasty fuckers doesn't rip your pecker off in mid-stream.

Security check-in was significantly more thorough. I ran into Eric in the hall. He's an "insider" and relayed the sad news that the Miami shows were the last show til late-July and August. "Enjoy the last bits of Phish for a while," he said.

I bumped into Jesse, a poker pro that I know, and spotted another one. Odd when my work life spills into play time. Benjo, my girlfriend and I were in Section 117. It was super-crowded but we had a better spot than the night before.

I chatted up our usher with cornrows and a gold front grill. "You have fun last night?" I asked.

"Hell yeah! You white boys smoke the good shit!"
The Phish 12/29/09 American Airlines Arena - Miami, FL

Set I: Golgi Apparatus, Maze, Driver, The Connection, Wolfman's Brother, Ocelot, Reba, Access Me, Divided Sky, Cavern

Set II: Kill Devil Falls, Tweezer > Manteca Jam > Tweezer, Prince Caspian, Gotta Jibboo > Wilson > Gotta Jibboo > Heavy Things, 2001 > Slave

Encore: Sleeping Monkey, Tweezer Reprise
I gambled with Benjo again on the setlist. He picked six songs and I got four. He took a 2-0 lead on Monday, but I felt confident with my draft (Maze, Wolfman's, Moma, TTE). I was worried that he had AC/DC Bag but when they opened with Golgi, I knew that I dodged that bullet.

Page sizzled on Maze and the boys didn't waste any time with the first wave of intense jamming. Driver killed the momentum and the kid behind me begged, "Play Maze again!" Instead, Phish delved into the first of two songs off of Undermind. Hey, I'm a fan of some of those songs and was pumped to hear The Connection and a delicious version of Access Me.

Wolfman's included a raunchy punk-infused jam that were accentuated by CK's purplish lights. I wasn't on acid, but those series of lights made it seem like I was tripping balls. I wore my Ocelot shirt for a second night in a row and they finally played my favorite tune off of Joy. I can now change my shirt.

The Joker mentioned that this Reba was his favorite of the 3.0 era. They nailed the composed sections and the jam had several peak moments. I watched the crowd during Divided Sky. If you ever wondered if Phish was a cult? Just look around during that song. Phans were mesmerized. Lots of boners and wet snatches in the arena.

As per usual, Trey remembered all of the lyrics to Cavern. Ah, who am I kidding. Remember kids, free-basing and Oxy rots the brain. Maybe Mike, Page, and Fish need to chip in and buy Trey a teleprompter for Christmas next year?

Set 2 opened up with Kill Devil Falls, which was mere foreplay -- sort of like grabbing your girlfriend's breasts while you're making out. The real penetration and explosions happened during Tweezer. I was floored by that jam. It was like Angelina Jolie salaciously making out with my favorite porn star Sasha Grey. I was speechless and had a scintillating erection.

The Manteca jam was sweet, yet fleeting. Caspian is usually hit or miss with me - but they hit a home run with an fiery jam out. The Gotta Jibboo > Wilson > Gotta Jibboo portion of the show was my personal highlight. At one point, I thought that they were going to seg into Good Times Bad Times but ventured into Wilson before an unexpected twist where they returned to the Jibboo jam. They fumbled Heavy Things and missed a bunch of changes. Luckily, that blemish was short-lived because the boys smoked the shit out of the joint with 2001 > Slave. The 2001 was pulsating and pumping with an inescapable ass-shaking groove. Battlestar Galactifunk.

The encore was a double-dip with an homage to Fishman in Sleeping Monkey and a searing Tweprise with a lubricious Trey spazzing out on stage to end the show. Everyone knows that I'm the jaded vet... so it's something when I say that this show rocked. As one guy behind noted about Phishtory, "December 29th will always be December 29th."

We headed to Shakedown after the show ended and were greeted by tanks on Biscayne Blvd. Wow, one guy's sales pitch? "No lines!" Millions more brain cells destroyed.

We headed back to the car and an impromptu jam session broke out with a fiddle player who was playing along to the 1980s party songs that the Joker was spinning on his amp.

We headed back to the suite... and that's when things went muzzy fuzzy.

Two down. Two to go.

Miami Setlist Tuesday 12/29/09

The Phish 12/29/09 American Airlines Arena - Miami, FL

Set I: Golgi Apparatus, Maze, Driver, The Connection, Wolfman's Brother, Ocelot, Reba, Access Me, Divided Sky, Cavern

Set II: Kill Devil Falls, Tweezer > Manteca Jam > Tweezer, Prince Caspian, Gotta Jibboo > Wilson > Gotta Jibboo > Heavy Things, 2001 > Slave

Encore: Sleeping Monkey, Tweezer Reprise

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Phish Burger Special at the Filling Station

The Joker met Steve at the Filling Station today. Great food downtown walking distance from many of the hotels. He named a special burger in honor of the Phish Miami run...

Phish Burger Special: Portabello mushroom, fresh spinach, bleu cheese crumbles, roasted red peppers & pesto mayo on a fresh Kaiser roll. Served with tater tots for $8.

95 SE 2nd St
Miami, FL 33131

Miami 12/28/09 Recap: Puke and Rally Monday

Show #186. Much like life, a particular Phish show is driven by your mindset and fueled by the party favors that you ingested. Monday? I was bubbling over with excitement and in a positive head space. It would have been hard not to have a good show, but then toss in a mixture of party favors and the result... a fun evening with friends and Phish.

Half of us arrived on Sunday night and the rest of the crew rolled into Miami on Monday around noon. After a quick lunch in South Beach, we converged on the Marriot downtown. The Joker and Wildo booked us a suite so we could end the year in style. The suite had balconies and it was located a ten minute walk from the venue. After a mini-pre-party in the suite, we headed to the lots. We walked through Little Havana and drew odd looks and a couple of sneers from the locals who had no idea that the circus was in town.

Wildo had extras to sell. The Joker had t-shirts to vend, and I was hawking patches. We ambled through one of the front $40 lots. During the 2003 run, that lot was Shakedown central and much more organized. This year's version was a free-for-all. Random unleashed dogs roamed free while the molly slingers darted in and out of the crowd. Tickets were going for $20-30. A head from Boston sold me mushroom chocolates. The Joker set up shop in the $25 back lot behind the monorail. Talk about the other side of the tracks. The tanks were out in full force. Hissing sounds filled the air and salesmen were walking through the row of cars waving $5 balloons. The black guys were yelling "Whip its! Whip its!"

Benjo was inexperienced with the nitrous scene and curious about the affects. He watched in amazement as people lost their mud sucking and huffing on balloons like they were infants sucking on their momma's boobies.

I had a freak accident and dislocated my finger (old yet annoyingly recurring football injury). I had to pop it back and snap it back into place. It's not pretty and hurts like a motherfucker. Luckily, I was able to self-medicate with Vicodin and a few key bumps.

We headed inside and my girlfriend get flagged by security who saw her shroom chocolate in a piece of foil and asked her to open it up. She was told she couldn't bring it inside so she ate it on the spot! We headed up to the 300 level. It smelled like cinnamon and weed in the hallways. Beers were $13.50. Capitalist pigs. It took a while for the arena to fill up but by the time the boys took the stage, the arena was at least 80% full. We had a tough-ass security guard. She must have been a Nazi in a former life. The good thing was that TLAQuinn was in my section and PhanArt was near by.
The Phish 12/28/09 American Airlines Arena -Miami, FL

Set I: Sample in a Jar, NICU, My Soul, Roggae, Undermind, Bouncin, Poor Heart, Stash, I Didn't Know, Beauty of a Broken Heart, Possum

Set II: Mike's Song > Light > Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove, Backwards Down the Number Line, Makisupa Policeman, Harry Hood > Contact, Character Zero

Encore: First Tube
Crowd pleasing Sample in a Jar to open the set, followed by an upbeat NICU. I love "Play it Leo!" songs and Page let loose. My Soul was the first bustout of the night. Last time played? Shoreline 10-7-00 when the boys ended their tour and last show of 2000 and the Phish 1.0 era. Trey let it rip at the outset of My Soul. A little sloppy.

Roggae was another bustout and included an unexpected extended jam. I dig the Fishman jam on Undermind with an funky interplay between Mike and Page. I headed to the pisser during Bouncin. I stood at a urinal in between two guys talking about the show.
Happy Fan: "Awesome show."
Grumpy Fan: "Whatever. This show sucks."
Happy Fan: "Sounds great to me. Maybe it's the Don Julio and molly speaking."
I got caught up in the snail-paced beer line. The vendor apologized and said that she had a contact high from all of the wafting weed. Solid Stash jam. I'm a fan of fat guys in dresses playing household instruments, so I was in heaven during Fishman's vac solo in I Didn't Know. Trey mentioned that it was the last vac solo of the decade. It sounded like Fish was calling out to the Mothership. A homing signal. They'll be stopping by to take all the space kids home after the NYE show.

Page shined on Beauty of a Broken Heart and the boys smoked on Possum to end the set. Seemed a bit safe with a few bustouts, but I knew that the boys were warming up.

I ate some shroom chocs at setbreak to catch up with my girlfriend who said she was as wasted as Katie Holmes in the movie "The Ice Storm". The second set kicked off with searing Mike's Song which I felt was a good omen. A noob chick behind us puked up against the wall. Then she started crying before she puked again. If I had any wook tickets, I would have issued her a citation. By the middle of Light she was taking swigs off a bottle of beer. Puke and rally. We were impressed. That's a bold move right out of the Disco Sister's play book. Puke and rally.

Her boyfriend asked to borrow my bowl a few times. On the last exchange, I handed him my piece and thirty seconds later he tapped my shoulder. "Sorry bro. I'm spun out. I forgot that I smoked all my weed during Mike's."

Danced heavy during Weekapaug Groove when all of the party favors kicked in and peaked during a merry Alaska and peppy Backwards Down the Number Line. Freakish version of Makisupa Policeman which featured an homage to Mike with "policeman comes to Mike's house."

The jam out in Harry Hood went pretty far off the reservation. For a few minutes, they wandered around aimlessly. Almost reminded me of a 2004 Oxy-jam. I wondered if Trey was back on the sauce with that muddled jam until Fishman pushed him out of the tail spin and they found their footing and segued into Contact. Funkified jam led by Page before they ended the set with a Trey spooge-fest and Character Zero. Rocking First Tube to end the show.

I was betting on the setlist with Benjo. He took an early 2-0 lead, but I'll get it back. He We headed back to the lots and the tanks were hissing in the shadows. Daniel saw a sad scene -- a five year old kid huffing on a balloon. Sketchy for sure. We bailed as soon as possible and headed back to our suite for the post-party.

One show down. Three to go.

Miami Setlist Monday 12/28/09

The Phish 12/28/09 American Airlines Arena -Miami, FL

Set I: Sample in a Jar, NICU, My Soul, Roggae, Undermind, Bouncin*, Poor Heart, Stash, I Didn't Know, Beauty of a Broken Heart, Possum

Set II: Mike's Song** > Light > Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove, Alaska, Backwards Down the Number Line, Makisupa Policeman, Harry Hood > Contact, Character Zero

Encore: First Tube

*Pauly Takes a Piss Song
** Chick behind us pukes

Monday, December 28, 2009

Miami Phish... Almost Game Time!

We have (mostly) arrived safely in Miami.

See y'all in the lot.

Follow us on Twitter for updates.

Return back to Coventry for setlists, recaps, videos, pics, and other goodies.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Miami Herald Phish Preview

thanks @phishtwit

```I get into this argument a lot with my jazzy friends,'' [Anastasio] says. ``I theorize that writing a pop hit that resonates is the hardest thing in music. And if you don't believe me, do it. Anybody can do a 15-minute-long jazz exploration -- not well, only a few people can do it well . . . But millions of people try to write [Hanson's pop hit] MMMBop. And you know what? Those guys are going to spend the rest of their lives wondering why they can't write another MMMBop . . .'"
read the whole article here.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Coventry Crew in Miami via Twitter

Heya gang. A group of us is heading to Florida on Sunday and Monday. We will post setlists, recaps, pics, and maybe even a video or two on Coventry, but you can always follow our hijinks in real time via Twitter. We'll be posting on @CoventryMusic in addition to our personal feeds...
See y'all in the lot!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Miami After Shows: The Heavy Pets

The Heavy Pets will be performing three late night shows after Phish at Tobacco Road starting around Midnight. They are scheduled for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.

Hope to see you there.

Visit The Heavy Pets website for more details. You can always follow them on Twitter.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Pre-Coventry: Miami 03

I started this blog after the Coventry shows ended so my friends could share their different Coventry experiences since we go cut off from one another due to that natural disaster. Before Coventry, I used to write a shitload about Phish on my personal blog, Tao of Pauly. I combed through those archives and found a bunch of posts about Phish's run in Miami in 2003.

Click here to read those raw scribblings about the 2003 Miami run.

As we're on the cusp of the 2009 Miami run, I figured that I'd share some of those posts with you. Definitely brings back warm and fuzzy memories.

And here's some download links to three out of those four shows...
See y'all in Miami.

MSG HD Vids: Boogie On Reggae Woman

More delicious HD vids from MSG courtesy of HarpuaFSB.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Coventry At the Movies: Avatar

"#Avatar is full of leftist, treeThuggin propaganda...and really quite awesome..." -@BTreotch

I saw Avatar this Saturday night and loved it. Most of you have probably seen at least something about this movie - I've been telling people the plot is Dances With Wolves on another planet. The alien race is kinda cat-like, and well I like cats. I think everyone should go see 3D. If you are a hippy-dippy "love mother earth" kinda person you will dig the message and the shamanism of the Na'vi. The battle scenes are mind blowing as well. This is a trippy-psychedelic-beautiful movie. I'm not trying to over-hype, im just saying I enjoyed it...I bet you will too.

If you are looking for more movie recommendations, Dr. Pauly has been watching a lot of Documentaries...check out his post at Tao of Pauly.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Phish Miami After Parties

If you're still spun out and can't sleep, or want to rage it til sunrise in Miami, here are a few late night musical suggestions at The White Room, which is within walking distance of where Phish will be playing...
Monday December 28
Break Science (Featuring Adam Deitch)
Afrobeta, Panthergod, Kentsoundz

Tuesday December 29
BoomBox (Featuring Russ Randolph and Zion Godchaux)
Otto Von Schirach, DJ Le Spam (of Spam Allstars and Vida Blue), DJ Par-D

Wednesday December 30
Eoto (Featuring Michael Travis and Jason Hann of the String Cheese Incident), Richard Devine, The Jeanmarie, Kool Large & Mr. Baxter

Advance tickets are available at

The White Room is located at 1306 N. Miami Avenue, Miami, FL 33136
Of course, you can always return to Wildo's suite (aka Coventry Central) for a late night poker game and listen to the Joker spin tunes.

MSG HD Vids: First Tube

Get ready for Phish in Miami... one week away!

Thanks to HarpuaFSB for his stellar HD vids.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Jerry Garcia Documentary: You Can't Take It With You

Fascinating BBC documentary about the hoopla surrounding the estate of Jerry Garcia after he passed away in 1995. It makes Garcia's widow Deborah Koons look like a greedy bitch.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

James Brown's Funky Christmas


Christmas Card From A Hooker

What's the most melancholy Christmas song ever sung? I'd say it's this one.

Here's the great Tom Waits. Silent Night > Christmas Card From A Hooker Living In Minneapolis > Silent Night

And for an extra, here's Waits scoring "Aggie's Story", a classic Christmas story told by Harvey Keitel to William Hurt in the little-seen, much-beloved 1995 movie Smoke.

You're innocent when you dream, folks. Enjoy the holidays.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Interview With John Bell - Access Atlanta

This article says its an interview with JB of Widespread Panic...I was surprised to read it, I never knew JB was a Yogi:

Yoga (purposeful bending, stretching and breathing) is like meditation that involves more of the physical self. Practicing yogic postures improves blood circulation and helps me experience less gravity in this world. I’m not consistent with my meditation or yoga practices, but when I do make the time to engage, I notice I don’t make as many old guy sounds when I get out of bed in the morning.

I’m mostly a fruit, vegetable and fish type of eater, which I only mention for the “wholeness” of this rambling. I really like the taste of ribs, steak and duck, but I feel a little conflicted about going there because of my love for animals. I’m pretty sure I’m not critical of those who do enjoy meat. Negative judgment of others (and myself) is probably one of the most important things I can leave out of my “diet.”

Has JB been abducted by aliens and replaced? I thought the whole band was on a steady diet of Whiskey, BBQ and Fried Chicken.

Team Hood 4-Cam Torn and Frayed Fest 8 Video

these guys are really taking fan videos to a new level...

12/31/03 Auld Lang Syne > Iron Man > Runaway Jim

looking forward to this...

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Phish Biography

I finally have chance to sit down and read the Phish biography written by Parke Puterbaugh. Stay tuned for a review.

By the way, the new Phish book would make a great stocking stuffer!

John Denver and The Muppets Christmas Album

1. Twelve Days Of Christmas 4:23
2. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 1:50
3. The Peace Carol 2:46
4. Christmas Is Coming 1:14
5. A Baby Just Like You 2:54
6. Deck The Halls 1:37 $0.99
7. When The River Meets The Sea 2:43
8. Little Saint Nick 2:24
9. Noel: Christmas Eve, 1913 2:53
10. The Christmas Wish 3:29
11. Medley: Alfie, The Christmas Tree / Carol For A Christmas Tree / It's In Everyone Of Us 4:36
12. Silent Night 3:11
13. We Wish You A Merry Christmas 1:04


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Knoxville Character Zero Multi-Cam Edit

thanks to @yemblog for the link!

New Monkeystasio Message

I LOVE these...

"12/30/09 is gonna make 12/30/97 look like 12:30 at Applebees!!!"

Get Fackin Pumped!!!!

Epic: Legionnaires' Disease

Joker's Post on Mock Show

Mock Show has been moved due to an outbreak of legionnaires' disease at the Epic Hotel in Miami. At $400 a night, Epic was reportedly sold out for the NYE run.

PhanArt reports a change in venue:

While we believe that the hotel will re-open before Mock Show, our first and foremost concern is the safety and well being of our attendees and exhibitors. We acted immediately to procure a new location to assure the satisfaction of our guests.

Subsequently please note that the Mock Show will now take place at the Hyatt Regency Miami.

Hyatt Regency Miami
400 Southeast 2nd Avenue
Miami, FL 33131

Times and Date will remain the same.

The Mock Show will be held in the Jasmine and Hibiscus ballrooms located on the Terrace Level of the Hyatt Regency Miami hotel.

Last week I booked the 1 star yet luxuriously close Miami Sun Hotel for my stay; wonder what exotic disease it has to offer. Although, I hear the diner next store is tits.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Back Where it all Began

My associate, the embedded Guerrilla videographer known as mkdevo is back from fall tour and is pumping out his personal brand of high quality, audio synced HD vids.

As the holiday's come and go, I've been reflecting on what a great year it's been cultivating friendships across the country, most of which have revolved around the phish. In a stunning display of collective consciousness, mkdevo just released a series of knoxville 6-10-09, which happens to be the first show that many of us came together at this year (not to mention THE FIRST show for some). To all of you, it's been a year like none other; I'll see you in Miami.

Friday, December 11, 2009


If you're like me, you're probably not a fan of Christmas music. Last year I found some Christmas music so good that even Santa is taking dips of Molly.

DJ MJL puts out a Monthly Mix of old school hip-hop breaks that you can stream or download from his website, and last Christmas he put out this very tastey Christmas Mix.



Christmas on the Lot

Shopping for something unique for a Phishy friend? Well I still have the LOST / Phish Lot shirts available. Also check out the links I have compiled to shop online for gifts from the Lot:

Fest 8 Tongue/Spiders

Jiggs' Ghost, Fest 8, Miami NYE Shirts

Cactus Shirts

Ocelot/Puma, Red Rocks, Gorge, Guns n Roses/Fest 8 Shirts, Stickers

PhanArt Blog- Top 10 things sold in the Lot this Fall

Phanart Shopping Guide

Golgi Is For Lovers Front Back PT thread

Taboot Art - TShirts, Hats, Hoodies Handmade Items - Phish Search

and of course...Phish Dry Goods

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Mainstream Reviews: Its Not You, Its Me.

There have been a few mainstream articles about Phish's recent shows, most notably the MSG stand. All of these articles seem to have something in common:

a. The writer is talented
b. The writer is good at describing the scene
c. The writer says they "get it," however its not for them. (But really - they don't "get it")

On one hand, I enjoyed these articles, because they are well written. I am glad Phish is newsworthy. On the other hand, I am disappointed the writers don't get it. They are being polite. Phish has earned some level of respect. But somewhere, there is a missing link. It seems no one is talented enough to tell us why Phish is not for them. Sometimes I feel like these articles are a music version of a "its not you, its me" breakup letter. I think it is kind of funny these articles are too nice to bash the band and tell the reader to try it "at least once."

Village Voice

And don't forget...More room for us to dance!!!

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Mock Show: Epic NYE Dec 30 Miami

If you are making it down to Miami for NYE be sure to check out the Poster show on Dec 30 at the Epic Hotel. Tickets are on sale now.

There have been a lot of amazing pieces of art surrounding Phish this year. Check out a few of the pieces and vote for your favorite here. All winners will be announced at Mock Show.

Jam Of The Year

Our friends @ericwyman and @Unolker are getting together a 2009 Jam of the Year compilation. They are looking for input- please fill out the form here if there is something you want on the compliation. This will also be a topic of discussion on an upcoming episode of This Week On Lot.

Its a tough choice. Some feel that Phish 3.0 doesnt jam enough...but I would rather have a strong jam than one that doesnt go anywhere. Here are a few of my favorites in 2009:

Hampton Tweezer
Camden Sand
Camden Tweezer
Asheville Ghost
Red Rocks Drowned > Crosseyed & Painless
Red Rocks Tweezer
Gorge Bathtub Jin
Gorge Sneakin Sally
Gorge Rock and Roll
Gorge Tweezer
Gorge Light
Hartford Ghost > Psycho Killer
Fest 8 Harry Hood / Burble Jam
Fest 8 Light
Fest 8 Backwards Down The Number Line
Fest 8 Tweezer
Fest 8 Maze
Cincinatti Tweezer
Portland Undermind
Albany Golden Age
Albany Seven Below > Ghost
MSG Scents > Seven Below > Twist
MSG Down W/Disease > Piper

let us know your thoughts...

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Fandom Vs Fans

I enjoyed this article by David Steinberg...this section struck a chord with me:

"That exchange got me to thinking about band forums. The problem with music forums is that they’re driven by the diehards. Casual fans have other things to do than to sit on Philzone and argue about what lineup Phil should play with in 2010. As a result, discussion gets almost completely centered on the needs and wants of the megafans. This gives a completely twisted view of who goes to the shows. Even the most tour-centric crowds are largely filled with people who just want to see a show or two."

Right on, David! Read the whole article here.

Phish Portland ME CCCC Show Up on YouTube

Be sure to check out Meat, one of my favorite parts of the show...but this whole show is smokin...

You can watch the entire playlist here.

Monday, December 07, 2009

Naked Guy

Matt from Richmond, aka Naked guy, is becoming quite the celebrity. (The Real) Mike Gordon even commented on his Facebook page "Well played kid, well played." Seriously. You can join the Facebook fan group here.

Coventry's Phish Fall Tour Review

Fall tour is over... for now. Only three more weeks until the Miami run. Although our crew did not attend every single show... we were at a fair amount. Here are some quick links to our coverage of this year's fall tour...
Fall Tour Setlists

Reviews & Recaps:
12/5/09 Recap - Snow & Naked Guys in Charlottesville (by Pauly)
12/4/09 Recap - Inside the Beehive (by KD)
12/4/09 Recap - MSG #3 - The Grand Finale (by Pauly)
12/3/09 Recap - Waiting for the Time... (by KD)
12/3/09 Recap - MSG #2 - All Aboard the Funk Train (by Pauly)
12/2/09 Recap - The Hangover (by KD)
12/2/09 Recap - MSG #1 - Peaches! (by Pauly)
11/28/09 Recap - Saturday Albany: Seven Ghost (by Pauly)
11/27/09 Recap - Friday Albany (by Pauly)
11/20/09 Recap - Cincy Friday (Night 1) Review (by Mr. Fabulous)

12/2/09 MSG - Wednesday Night Montage
12/2/09 MSG - Suzy Greenberg Jam
12/2/09 MSG - Tweezer Reprise
11/27/09 Albany - Fluffhead Crowd Video
11/27/09 Albany - Page's Coil Solo Video

Albany & MSG Pics (by Pauly)
Charlottesville Pics (by Pauly)
Yep, Cincy was the pinnacle of Phish 3.0. Plenty of amazing moments during the last few shows. How can anything top the Seven Below > Ghost jams from Albany? Second set second night at MSG was all smoke.

See y'all in Miami.

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Show Recap: Snow and Naked Guys in Charlottesville

Show #185. I woke up on the floor of my hotel room in Charlottesville, VA and slowly pieced together the happenings from the previous 24 hours. I recalled how all of this had begun... waking up before sunrise on Saturday morning only a few hours after Phish ended their three night run at MSG in NYC. I hailed a cab on Broadway and my driver was drunk and/or incompetent. He somehow got me to JFK airport in time for my flight to Richmond, VA. I arrived on schedule but my ride did not. The Disco Sisters were delayed from their North Carolina departure. Plus the oldest Disco Sister has a bladder issue (it's small) and they made many unscheduled stops along the way. They were two hours late so I dicked around the airport, wrote, and played online poker.

Daddy and Larry had arrived in snowy and wet Charlottesville. Daddy scoped out a bar a couple of blocks from the venue and we decided to use that as a base of operations due to the inclement weather which would have put a damper on any Shakedown or lot-related activities.

Halfway on our journey from Richmond to Charlottesville, we spotted the first snowflakes. After a few minutes we were pummeled with tons of wet snow. Some of it started to stick to the ground and Disco Sis #1 asked me to drive. Her car did not have snow tires and she was nervous driving in snow. Since I grew up in NYC and had snow-experienced, she handed over the keys. I guided us the rest of the way into cold, rainy, snowy, and wet Charlottesville. We checked into our hotel and drove to Buffalo Wild Wings to meet Daddy and Larry. I told the rest of the South Carolina crew (Otis, G-Rob, Andrew, the lovely wives, and everyone's favorite weatherman Uncle Ted) to meet us there. The next few hours were a blur. Lots of college hoops and football. Lots of drinking. Wing eating. Shit talking. Degenerate gambling.

The C-Ville Crew

G-Rob and his brother were in a high stakes pool. $100 to enter and pick the show opener. G-Rob had first pick and went with Runaway Jim. Andrew picked Llama for sentimental reasons. They offered me a chance to buy into the pool knowing their picks. I wrote about this previously -- I always bet on AC/DC Bag and/or Runaway Jim as a safe choice. Yet, Jim was already spoken for and there was no way Phish would play AC/DC bag for a third time in seven shows. I went with Party Time.

We took off for the show and realized that Disco Sis #2 forgot her ticket in the car. I wrote her a wook ticket for attempting to enter the venue without a ticket in hand. On the way to the show, a frat boy bummed a smoke off of one of the Disco Sisters. Then he tried to pick one of them up.

"So I'll catch up with you after the show?" he said.

"Or not," matter-of-factly spoke Disco Sis #1.

Ouch. His weak-ass attempt was shot down in front of the venue by one of the Disco Sisters.

We wandered inside without any hassles but realized that the booze situation was a pain in the ass. Jesus, another move from the Nanny State trying to tell adults what they can and can't do. The venue strictly enforced a four beer maximum. Wooks were bumped down to two a piece. The beer vendors marked your wrist band or hand with an X after you purchased a beer. Four X's and you were cutoff unless you did a scrub job in the bathroom and tore off your bracelet. The lines to get an ID Check were insanely long -- mainly because there were only two inside the entire venue.

Since the show was in the college town of Charlottesville, the crowd included plenty of college kids. Yep, tons of frat boys filled the venue including a significant amount of high school kids. The party favor scene was mellow - which meant the crowd was not as raucous as I had seen at other shows. Yeah, the coke and molly snorters from the Garden did not make the trip down South. But where were all those boisterous Spreadheads sauced up on coke and whiskey?
Charlottesville, VA

Set 1: AC/DC Bag, Chalk Dust Torture, Stealing Time From the Faulty Plan, Divided Sky, Naked Guy > Ya Mar, Sneakin' Sally through the Alley, Old Home Place, Cavern, Funky Bitch, David Bowie, The Wedge, Bold As Love

Set 2: Tweezer > Light > Piper > Free, Sweet Virginia, Harry Hood > Suzy Greenberg, Golgi Apparatus, Antelope

Encore: Loving Cup, Tweezer Reprise
Our crew was scattered all over the venue. Disco Sis #1 and I had the best seats out of the bunch -- only a few rows off the floor in Sec 114 raging it up on Page side. The lights went down and we lost Disco Sis #2 out on the floor.

Phish took the stage to a thunderous applause. The horseshoe-venue was significantly smaller than MSG, but the crowd was louder. Request signs hung from the upper deck; LaGrange, Tela, and Dog Log. Talk about a waste of time. Didn't these kids know it was going to be a "Repeat Show"?

AD/DC Bag left me saying "What the fuck?" Luckily, I did not lose my bet and we all pushed since no one picked Bag. That opener came out of nowhere. I was shocked they played that song for a third time in the last six shows I saw since Albany. The Bag opener was foreshadowing the evening of repeats, but I was not thrilled hearing Bag for a third time (and I am fully aware that most of the people inside the venue were seeing it for the first time on this tour) and Phish could have used that time to strengthen one of their new songs -- many of which need "game time" experience in order for Phish to polish them off.

Chalk Dust Torture was rocking and kept the crowd moving but the show really didn't kick in for me until Stealing Time From the Faulty Plan. This is a hit or miss song for me and on this instance, it was a hit.

Disco Sis #1 thought that "Divided Sky was rushed." I agreed since they seemed as though they wanted to get it out of the way. Daddy was begging to hear some reggae and the boys responded with Ya Mar, yet they couldn't get a few seconds into the song before a streaker appeared on stage. Yes, a naked guy jumped on stage and hugged Trey. Two burly security guards appeared onstage. Usually they extract the streaker immediately, but the naked guy was agile with some quick moves. He ducked behind Trey a couple of times before he broke towards the end of the stage and was tackled behind Fishman's kit. The band attempted to play on especially Fishman who wasn't about to stop the beat. Trey cracked a joke and they re-started Ya Mar.

Up until that moment, I thought that the show was blah... like a re-heated meal the day after a feast. Not only were they playing greatest hits tunes -- they were bland repeats of spicier versions I had seen days earlier. However, the naked guy fired up the crowd which in turn kick Phish in the ass. They stepped up their playing for the rest of the show.

Sneakin' Sally through the Alley is a perfect example of the band stepping up. It was the highlight of the first set and for the first time all that night -- they boys let it rip. Old Home Place got all the locals and redneck Phish fans all teary eyed before the boys re-elevated the energy with Cavern.

Otis said that he wanted to hear one song... Funky Bitch... something that I told him had a good chance of being played. It almost as though they played it specifically for him.

The set could have closed with a better than average David Bowie with Fishman leading the charge. That song was lacking earlier in the year. Listen to versions from the first part of the summer. Fishman's drumming has drastically improved since then and it looks like he's back to his old self.

The boys tossed everyone two more bones with The Wedge and a cover of Jimi Hendrix's Bold As Love. I love covers where Page can display his chops, but as per usual Trey stepped on his toes and stole the spotlight with another self-masturbatory jam. The spun out heads in the first row enjoyed every second of the spoogefest.

Second set looked great on paper but was inconsistent. Tweezer opener made me smile. I knew that Tweprise was guaranteed as one of the encore songs and that Tweezer was a vehicle for a batch of heavy jamming. The greatest hits shtick had grown tired on me. I was eagerly awaiting the big jams like the boys unleashed in Albany and in MSG. Trey got pegged in the face with a glowstick. One of the Disco Sisters noticed that he winced in pain. Yet, Trey played on. By the way, if you threw that glowstick... you're a total dick and I owe you a swift kick in the nuts. Why throw glowsticks at the band? I save errant glowsticks for assholes who are talking too loudly. I throw glowsticks at them hoping to shut them up.

Light jam was one of the highlights of the second set. Piper had several key moments but seemed "rushed" which was a bad habit that the boys were doing a lot of the previous week -- rushing through songs and not allowing a jam to take on a life of its own. Disco Sis #1 thought she heard a few 2001 teases but I swore that I heard Free coming. Sure enough... they segued into Free.

Aside from Festival 8, the only other time the band performed Sweet Virginia was in the state of Virginia Louisiana. This version was tighter than Halloween and Fishman's shaky vocals were on steady ground. Nice work, Fishman. He got the MVP of the show from me and MIP (Most Improved Player) on this tour.

Harry Hood was fun and the crowd was extremely receptive. A mini-glowstick skirmish erupted, but the crowd danced themselves dizzy with a roof-shattering Suzy Greenberg. The entire band was firing on all cylinders.

Something happened to Mike before Golgi Apparatus. he had some sort of tech issue with his bass. The band started the song and he stepped around Fishman's kit to yell down to one of the roadies. Trey asked Mike to sing the bass parts and they eventually cleared up the issue, but it was weird for sure.

Antelope featured more Trey masturbating on stage, but I couldn't stop dancing and watching random people in the crowd going ballistic. Trey included "naked guy" into the lyrics... "Do you have any... naked guy?"

Rub your balls on Trey and he'll sing a song for you. Trey also inserted, "Run like a naked guy out of control!"

The naked guy really affected the outcome of the show -- in a positive way.

Page and Trey hit a home run with Loving Cup. Trey wanted to keep that jam going but ended it in favor of another wankfest during Tweezer Reprise. That's how you close out a show... with all out smoke.

* * * * *

The entire crew met up after the show at Buffalo Wild Wings for another round of booze and food. Daddy and Larry had been partying heavily for 13 hours at that point. Larry was toast and asked to take a nap in the back of Disco Sis #1's car. We continued on with our post-party without him. Daddy was shit faced and hitting on the waitress. At first she seemed mortified but then warmed up to his advances. It took him over seven minutes to describe how he wanted his potato wedges prepared by the kitchen including multiple cheese types and jalapenos.

I wore a Snailtrax t-shirt and had to explain to the Disco Sisters the significance of that original story by Daddy called... How to Fuck a Donkey. During his performance of that epic story, Daddy had actually dropped his pants in the middle of Buffalo Wild Wings. The dramatic effect enhanced the story but freaked out the Disco Sisters. They politely requested that he hoist up his trousers, which he did before he finished his story.

We closed out the bar and went outside. We hoped that Larry did not freeze to death in the back of Disco Sis #1's car. He fine, but out cold. It took several minutes to wake him up so we could pile in the backseat. When he finally opened his eyes, Disco Sis #2 sensed that he was ready to hurl. He opened up the car door and let it rip. Larry blew chunks.

Passed Out Larry

We eventually made our way back to the hotel. Daddy was hushed by hotel security for belting out Soul Shakedown Party as loud as he could in the lobby. The heads in the room next to us had a nitrous tank. Larry passed out on the floor and we had two beds for four people. The Disco Sisters cuddled together which left the remaining bed for Daddy and myself. He's 6'3" and a shade under 235. I'm over 6 foot and 180. The twin bed was too small for us but we tried to sleep anyway. At 5am, Disco Sis #1 heard me screaming at Daddy.

"You fat fuck, stay on your fuckin' side of the bed!"

Then he unleashed the wet farts. I gave up and decided to sleep on the floor. I woke up an hour or two later and wandered into the bathroom. Someone pissed on the floor. Was it Daddy? Passed out Larry? Or one of the Disco Sisters?

Yeah, just another day on Phish tour as I woke up on the floor of my hotel room in Charlottesville and tried to piece together the previous 24 hours.

See y'all in Miami for New Years.

Naked Guy > Yamar

"Lets hear it for the naked guy! It takes a lot of balls to do what he just did"- Trey

MSG Review: Inside the Bee Hive

By Kid Dynamite

I joke with my friends that I'm a terrible trader. Never mind my market prowess, or lack thereof - it extends to other avenues, like procuring Phish tickets. Although I thought that tickets to the three MSG shows would be virtually fungible: trade-able for each other, I somehow ended up with 8 nearly worthless tickets to Wednesday's show and had my friends bail on me, while I needed 4 tickets to Friday's show which had a Super Bowl aura of impossibility to them.

After spending 4 days staring at the screen on StubHub, prowling Craigslist relentlessly, and reaching out to my network of ticket providers with zero results, I stumbled upon a 4-pack online that looked to be golden. Section 62, Row C, for a relatively reasonably price (note: it's all RELATIVE!). I pounced on them, and the only concern now was how I would be able to get them in time for Friday's show, since it was Thursday afternoon. At Thursday night's show, I noticed that there might be a slight issue with these seats, as Phish has a little soundboard guy on Page's side of the stage, and these seats might be directly behind said soundboard.

Well, Friday came, the tickets arrived without incident, and all fears diminished when Dan, Lee, Mitch and I sauntered down to our seats. Front row, level with the Monitors guy, right next to Page. I have been to hundreds of concerts, plays, and other events in my life, but I have never before had a seat that I would not trade with any other seat in the venue. Until tonight. I finally got one trade right.

My buddy Alex had bailed on me for Wednesday and Thursday's show, telling me he wasn't going to any of the three. He got caught when I found out he was taking a former colleague of mine to Friday's show, and was in the 8th row on the floor. Alex tried to make amends by offering to "stub me up." "Stub me up? Stub up my balls bro - your seats are the cheap seats compared to mine!" I taunted him back, thinking of Moe Green's "No, I buy you out, you don't buy me out," from The Godfather.

Things got groovin early in Possum, and then absolutely frenzied during the anthemic Wilson, with the screaming question: "I must inquire Wilson - CAN YOU STILL HAVE FUN?" I've used the word "anthemic" in each of my three recaps, and it's really the word to describe Phish. Although so many of their songs are anthemic to the fanatical fan base, there are still a handful that are really rallying cries for Phish nation. Wilson is in this basket, in my opinion. The security guards in the front of the floor were pretty cool - retrieving balloons that ended up over the rail and putting them back into play. Our section had the most miserable usher in the history of civilization, who was a major buzzkill for everyone, but at least she kept ticketless wooks out of our seats. Mitch made several leaning reaches to keep balloons up in the air, and I marveled at how dedicated the fans were - having taken the time to draw smiley faces on each and every balloon.

I also laughed at a guy on the floor holding a sign that read "I AM HAPPY," which seemed to be a partially sarcastic reply to Trey's new craptastic song, "Joy," and it's refrain of "We want you to be happpppppy." I tried to hit Alex with several glowsticks, but only managed to ding the girl standing in front of him.

The first set closed with an absolutely insane trio of Guyute, Maze and First Tube. I saw Phish about 5 years ago in Vegas - in the Thomas and Mack Center which is like a smaller version of MSG - a tight bowl. I will never forget the description by one of the people I was with of the energy at those shows - he said it was like being inside a bee hive. There is no better way to describe the way the energy ripped around the Thomas and Mack Center that week - like bees buzzing louder and louder in their hive, reaching a crescendo, feeding off each other. I felt a lot of that on Wednesday night, but not much Thursday. Friday, during First Tube, there was a bona fide bee hive moment, as the crowd just went ballistic. As Dr. Pauly described it, everyone went "batshit crazy." It was, quite simply, a "moment." Check out Dr Pauly's review for a more detailed description of Trey's on stage orgasmic actions. In the video below, you can get a sense of the hysteria starting around the 3 minute mark, and you can see Trey waving the guitar at the end.

Alex came up to visit us during the set break, and we busted his balls for having crappy 8th row seats. I don't know what happened to my memory during the beginning of the second set, because I have absolutely zero recollection of "Scents and Subtle Sounds." I definitely remember Rock'N'Roll, however, which brought the energy back up.

Mike's Song was one of the highlights of the three nights. Absolutely RAGING. It anchored the second set, leading into Hydrogen and then Weekapaug of course. After the mellow Horse --> Silent in the Morning, YEM closed the set. Mayhem ensued when the band reached the crescendo and MSG exploded in an ejaculation of energy. My boy Lee always has Loving Cup on the top of his list of "songs to hear," but he was pleasantly satisfied with the Shine a Light encore closer.

As the lights came up, I noticed that the hippie chicks in the row behind us were barefoot. Oh man. Under what circumstances does one go barefoot in Madison Square Garden? None, in my book. Perhaps they needed to take off stiletto heels to dance? Nope - they pulled on their boots and trudged up the aisle. I just don't get it.

I woke up this morning, back home in the silence of a snow covered New Hampshire with my ears ringing. Note that it's Sunday. The third MSG show was Friday night. Why are my ears ringing? I wondered.. Oh yeah - three nights of Phish in NYC followed by the system shock of total silence in the country. Three nights of raging. Three top notch nights. I got out of bed and my knees creaked. I have dark yellow bruises on the tops of my calves. Huh? Oh yeah - I repeatedly smashed into my own chair as I was bouncing up and down during the shows.

My voice has recovered, my calves will recover, and I still have my wallet and my cellphone.

I'd say it was a raging success.


Saturday, December 05, 2009

Phish, 12/5/09 Charlottesville VA Setlist

the Disco Sisters and Dr. Pauly pre-game in CVille

Its a snowy day in the South and the last stop on Phish's 2009 Fall Tour. Dr. Pauly will be twittering @coventrymusic as usual. Be sure to keep up with the hijinks of the Disco Sisters, Dr. Pauly, Otis, Daddy, Uncle Ted, and GRob. Its pretty much guaranteed something ridiculous will go down with this crew.

Phish, 12/5/09 John Paul Jones Arena
Charlottesville, VA

Set 1: AC/DC Bag, Chalk Dust Torture, Stealing Time From the Faulty Plan, The Divided Sky, Ya Mar[1], Sneakin' Sally through the Alley[2], The Old Home Place, Cavern, Funky Bitch, David Bowie, The Wedge, Bold As Love

Set 2: Tweezer > Light > Piper > Free, Sweet Virginia, Harry Hood > Suzy Greenberg, Golgi Apparatus, Run Like an Antelope[3]

Encore: Loving Cup, Tweezer Reprize

[1] Naked Guy runs on stage.. a "naked pa."
[2] Vocal jam.
[3] "Run like a Naked guy, out of Control!"

Show Recap: MSG Night #3 - The Grand Finale

Show #184. This is gonna be a short review. I don't have much time to write while sitting at the gate of JFK airport a mere seven hours after the show ended.

Lights during the encore

Was Friday as good as Thursday? No. But it doesn't matter because it would have been nearly impossible to replicate Thursday's magic. But I'm viewing the Friday show as the third act of a larger ensemble piece. Three consecutive nights of MSG Phish is its own entity. The more I think about this... the more I realize how amazing of a treat that Phish gave us... an early Christmas present if you will.

I pre-partied at Senor's place. It felt like old times like the late 1990s when we would pack 20+ people into his tiny Murray Hill apartment before stumbling over to the Garden to throw down for Phish. That's one of the cooler things about Phish 3.0... all of the memories of yesteryear that spontaneously pop up.

We met Girtz in front of the entrance to Penn Station as tour rats and yuppies collided. He was mingling with all of the random ticketless wooks and other heads in search of a Friday miracle. Tickets were fairly easy to get on the previous nights but Friday's ticket was nearly impossible to find. Luckily we had four together in the first row of the 200 level.
MSG - Night 3

Set I: Heavy Things, Possum, Wilson, Kill Devil Falls, Glide, 46 Days, Bouncin', Reba > Dinner and a Movie, Guyute, Maze, First Tube

Set II: Scents and Subtle Sounds > Rock and Roll > Seven Below > Twist > Mike's Song > Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove, Horse > Silent In The Morning, You Enjoy Myself

E: Shine A Light
Heavy Things was a mediocre effort. Possum jam was smoking and got everyone moving and grooving as the ground tarted to shake. Lots of Trey wanking off during high-powered Wilson. KDF is hit or miss for me. When they let it rip -- I dig it. This time they sorta dicked around with the jam. Daddy calls KDF "Chalkdust Torture's little brother." Heh. No way. If Chalkdust is Greg Brady, then KDF is Cousin Oliver.

Glide was an unexpected treat and welcomed bustout. Good to hear it played by four emotionally sound men instead of that tear-jerking trainwreck in Coventry while I was knee deep in mud and tripping my balls off. My balls were the only thing NOT covered in mud that weekend.

46 Days was my favorite jam in the first set. Wish they kept it up but they had to cut the 46-Jam short to keep the masses sedated with spoon-fed fan favorites such as Bouncin' and Reba. I smoked tuff during Bouncin' and danced with my girlfriend during Reba.

Dinner and a Movie was another welcomed rarity. I'm sorta glad they don't play it every third or fourth show, because it still retains its edginess. I also welcome it with open arms.

My buddy Gil doesn't go to as many shows as he used to -- but when he does see Phish, Guyute is almost always played. It sorta happens like that. And yes, he was there last night and they played his song. Nothing is a cooler Phish experience when they happen to play your tune. For me, that's how I feel about Slave.

Maze jam got lost like a spun out wook trying to find his tent in the rain at Deer Creek. Looks like you're sleeping under the VW bus, brah.

First Tube started out flat then took off in a thousand directions at once -- sort of like being shot out of a canon, er, make that a thousand canons. A few minutes into the song, the crowd went bat shit crazy. Screaming. Yelling. Like everyones' drugs kicked in at the same time! A fat kid puked on himself. One emotionally distraught head pissed on himself. I had goosebumps and an erection. The band fed off of that incestuous fire and Trey ripped the proverbial shit out of the remainder of First Tube. I always feel bad for Mike on First Tube. He looks so... bored... while Trey is jumping up and down like a little kid. In true Trey show off/jack off fashion, he hoisted his guitar over his head and swung it around like a massive dildo. All of the sexually depraved fans hopped on for a quick rogering. (Awesome pic by Graham Lucas from Mr. Miner's site)

First set was almost ninety minutes long... a good ten minutes more than then previous two evenings. yet, the second set started off with a dud. Scents and Subtle Sounds? Blah. What is this 2004? We;re my fuckin' OXY? Scents opener was like watching your favorite football team attempt an on-side kick to start the third quarter... only to flub it and have the opponent recover the football for a touchdown.

The jam into Rock and Roll saved the direction of the set especially since it gave Page a chance to shine. There was another one of those "moments" during the Rock and Roll jam when the crowd exploded into a frenzied trance.

Seven Below gave me flashbacks of the Dec 2002 NYE show at the Garden when Phish reunited and they played Seven Below as it began to snow indoors. I got goosebumps whiel I basked in the warm glow of that memory burn. The Seven Below jam wasn't quite as triumphant as the Albany fuckfest, but the boys were not afraid to open it up and explore new territory. The Twist jam was juicy, like a thick and delicious piece of chocolate cake. Moist is another word that comes to mind.

The boys didn't let up and jumped off the deep end and into Mikes > H2 > Weekapaug. They weren't fucking around and the Mike's Song jam was easily one of the highlights of the second set. It was as though they decided to fuck with all of the acidheads for the first 40 minutes with intense jamming before they embarked into the Mike's Groove saga.

Senor called Horse > Silent the part of the show when Phish embraces their feminine side. It gave me a chance to sit down, catch my breath, and smoke a bowl.

YEM was a fitting closer to the show and the three-night run. Killer lights, as per usual, from Kuroda. The jam out was like a deviant session of S&M from a German dominatrix who wouldn't let up and kept whipping and spanking and pouring hot wax on your genital areas.

I have been praying to hear Torn and Frayed. It was my favorite song from Exile that Phish played at Festy8. I nearly jizzed myself when I heard they busted it out earlier in the tour and kept my fingers crossed for MSG. Plus there were all of those (bunk) Sharon Jones rumors floating around. I didn't see any hip black chicks walk onto stage at the start of the encore, so I knew that Phish was going to end the show with just the fab four. And instead of a Loving Cup or Torn and Frayed cover from the Stones, Phish treated us with Shine a Light. If you check my iPod you would see that song is the second most played tune from the Exile set. Yep, I quickly approved of the choice.

Amazing show despite a few blah moments. I can't complain one bit. It is unfair to try to compare it to Thursday, but I definitely had a ton of faded fun.

Three MSG shows down. One more to go in Charlottesville.

Get ready to RAGE, Virginia.

Phish MSG Night 1 and 2 HD Videos

YouTube user HarpuaFSB has most of 12/2/09 and 12/3/09 up for your viewing pleasure. There is a way to watch the shows as a playlist, but I can't figure out how to link it up correctly. Be sure to check out who has them linked up as a playlist. Or, just enjoy Cities:

Friday, December 04, 2009

Phish MSG night 3 Setlist 12/4/09

photo by Pauly during Guyute

Phish, Madison Square Garden
Night 3- 12/4/09

Set I: Heavy Things, Possum, Wilson, Kill Devil Falls, Glide*, 46 Days, Bouncin', Reba > Dinner and a Movie, Guyute, Maze, First Tube

Set II: Scents and Subtle Sounds* > Rock and Roll > Seven Below > Twist > Mike's Song > Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove, The Horse > Silent In The Morning, You Enjoy Myself

E: Shine A Light

*last Glide: 8/15/04 Newport State Airport, Coventry, VT (44 shows)
*last Scents and Subtle Sounds: 8/12/04 Camden, NJ (47 shows)

lights during "Shine A Light"

Waiting For The Time When I can Finally Say...

By Kid Dynamite

Last night I returned to Madison Square Garden for the second of three consecutive Phish shows. I was not about to make the same mistake I made on Wednesday night - drinking on an empty stomach - and got a solid cheeseburger base in me before the show. I remembered a few more funny tidbits from Wednesday night too: at the bar preshow, I reached into my pocket for my cash, and a individually wrapped Lactaid pill I was carrying fell to the ground. I could sense the tension in the place, as the Phish wookies contemplated diving on my potential contraband. "Relax folks - it's just Lactaid," I laughed. It won't get you high, it will just save you from agonizing stomach pain when you eat milk products.

There was a scary moment early on in Wednesday's show, where a girl who was probably about thirty years old was nodding and swaying a little to the music at the end of my aisle, 3 people away. Suddenly, she stopped moving, stared straight ahead, teetered, and then collapsed as her friends shook her and yelled at her. Ten minutes later, she was back, fine, as her friend explained to me "she doesn't even do any drugs." Just a Kuroda-induced bona fide seizure i guess.

On Thursday, we were sitting in section 309, which was fine - it was near the stage, and offered a sweeping bowl of the mass of gyrating hippie humanity that was Madison Square Garden on that night. I said hi to Doctor Pauly before the show, and finally met the elusive Change100. I also spotted a guy in my section wearing one of Pauly and the Joker's Phish/Lost Dharma Initiative lot shirts.

I didn't think the crowd was nearly as loud as the night before. Perhaps it's because I was in a different spot - the music was bone shakingly loud the night before in section 73, and the sound was significantly more dissipated up in the 300 level, but I wouldn't think that would effect the crowd noise I was hearing.

Hans shot this pic on his Iphone, through the lazer glasses I brought, which he thoroughly enjoyed wearing.

To me, the crowd didn't really get rocking until Julius closed the first set. The second set led off with another anthemic song: Down With Disease. I had a Phish Virgin with me, my friend Hans, and I urged him to try to listen for the part when Phish would come out of the jam and bring it back to the closing refrain of the song. Sadly, they didn't finish DWD, they segued into Piper instead. Piper is good too, but I love the way the band ends DWD jams, and was disappointed not to get brought back to the hook. Piper, in turn, morphed into Fluffhead, which really got the crowd fired up again.

"Fluff came to New York
Askin' me for change
His eyes were clear and pure
But his mind was so deranged"

The second set was quite solid, including Free, David Bowie, 2001 and a Character Zero encore.

A few funny moments: 1) security/ushers simple gave up trying to corral the mass of dancing wookies that flooded the aisle around the 300 level. I saw an usher with a simply exasperated look on her face - she wasn't even going to try to stop the dance fest. 2) there were two guys behind me who were probably 17. One looked to be the chaperone, guiding his buddy who was clearly stoned out of his mind. During the set break, stoner-boy was expounding "dude - we are just so inherently SMALL. Do you realize that the universe is expanding at an ever-increasing rate?" It was like Donald Sutherland's character in Animal House. I laughed and turned around, to find the chaperone buddy looking completely embarrassed. "Enjoying the show?" he asked me, rolling his eyes at his buddy.

Tonight we return for the final show, which is likely to be a barn-burner.