Sunday, December 31, 2017

Phish NYE MSG Setlist: 12/31/17 New York, NY

Phish completed their four-show holiday run at MSG with a NYE show. This also marked its 17th show at MSG in 2017.

What's the NYE gag? Tune into LivePhish for the webcast.

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Here's what you missed...
Yo Phish, 12.31.17 NYE MSG NYC

Set 1: Carini > Suzy Greenberg > My Friend My Friend, Fluffhead, REBA, Poor Heart, 46 Days, Maze, Zero  

Set 2: Possum, Fuego > Gotta Jibboo, Golgi > What's the Use? > YEM  

Set 3: Soul Planet > Auld Lang Syne > Free, A Song I Heard the Ocean Sing > MOMA, Caspian, Velvet Sea > First Tube

E: Loving Cup

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Phish MSG Setlist and Recap: 12/30/17 New York, NY

The third night of Phish this run and the 16th overall show at MSG this year.

The shows are webcast on LivePhish. If you're resourceful enough, you'll find someone with a mixlr feed.

Here's what you missed...
Yo Phish, 12.30.17 MSG, NYC

Set 1: Mike's > Hydrogen > Weekapaug, Tweezer > Ass Handed, KDF > GIN, Brother, More

Set 2: DWD > Steam > Light > Farmhouse, Antelope

E: Sleeping Monkey > Tweeprise

Quickie 420-Word Review: Madison Square FUN Garden
by @taopauly

Talk about busting a nut. The night before NYE has historically been the big rager of holiday runs of Phishmas past. But hell...12/30 shows have always been a nutbuster (or "nuddt-bustahhh" as Providence friends say). And 12/30/17 lived up to the numerical hype... Mike's > Hydrogen > Weekapaug kicked off the festivities. H2 was one of a trio of MSG debuts not played at Baker's Dozen... Rare first-set Tweezer batted in the cleanup spot and clocked in at a bong-rattling 19 minutes. "Holy apetits Batman! 19-min Tweezahh?"... Fishman hijinks with Ass Handed... Smooth GIN packed in oodles of flavor into the 15-min blissful burrito... Brother bustout and second debut not played at BD... More setcloser and the tour wife @change100 caught me muttering to myself, "Talking to things not there again? What did the aliens tell you this time?"... Roamed hallways at setbreak. Found Javier and met up with old NYC friends G & G  (both lawyers on Long Island... always good to have Jewish attorneys on speed dial). G brought his wife OJ to her first-ever Phish show. "He's been going to see Phish for 20 years and I never went until now. I wish I went sooner. Phish is so much fun. It's amazing to see so many people without inhibitions and having a good time. I totally needed this."... Yup, truth from the insightful eyes of first-timer... DWD blasted off set 2. Phish harpooned the 28-min bloated space whale of a jam with a special spear-like weapon powered by pyramid crystals. Wildo pointed out "26 min DWD with 2 mins of WOOs!"... Steam got weird quickly and I got lost twice. I asked the wifey the fucking score during Steam at least twice... Light jam got cooking before Trey ripcord for Farmhouse... I told the guy next to me that "When I heard Farmhouse for the first time ever at MSG in 1997, I thought it was an obscure Bob Marley cover." And few mins later, he elbowed me with glee, "There's your Marley... BRAH!" during the No Woman No Cry teases... Sloppy, but ripping nonetheless Antelope slammed the door on the 5-song set. First two nights featured 6-song second sets... Sleeping Monkey > Tweeprise encore. Monkey was the third MSG debut not played at BD. I suspected a Loving Cup>Tweeprise double-dip, but the boys have been avoiding covers this holiday run.... 3 down and 1 more to go... Get ready for NYE.

Friday, December 29, 2017

Phish MSG Setlist: 12/29/17 New York, NY

Phish returned to MSG for the 15th time thus year for their second night of a four nighter.

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Here's what you missed on Friday night in NYC....
Yo Phish, 12.29.17 MSG, NYC

Set 1: Cavern > Blaze On, 555, Page EDM > Martian Monster, Heavy Things, Destiny Unbound, Ocelot, Walls of the Cave  

Set 2: Sand > Chalkdust > Ghost > Backwards > Simple > Melt  

E: Julius

Quickie Recap: Grand Skyscrapers, Short Trips, and Cactus Daffodils
by @taopauly

Went to show with Senor and his two brothers. First time all 3 of us at the same show since the late 90s. Senor gifted @change100 and I amazing seats (second row behind stage) and we hovered over Leo all night... Show kicked off with a rare Cavern opener... I fired up a fatty doob of Diesel during Blaze On... Gordo showed off his guns (and Pharells redonk pricey jeans) during 555... Saw Trey turn to Page and ask him, "Want to play Page EDM?" To which Page said, "Fuckyeahbigred! Beep beep, toot toot!"... First sighting of extreme weirdness arrived during Martian Monster... Destiny Unbound bustout. Only played twice in 2017, but both at MSG. Sick brag: I caught 11 out of the last 13 Destinys... I was not wearing the Ocelot shirt... Leo crushed Walls of the Cave en route to his MVP-performance... Six-song second set anchored by Sand... Chalkdust went cosmically deep clocking in at 21 mins... Short and sweet Ghost... Backwards was the red-headed stepchild of the second set... I doubted Phish could top the Simple from the Bakers Dozen, but they didn't try. Kept Simple rather... simple... Melt had been getting the first set treatment for much of 3.0, but the last two Melts at MSG were second set heaters... Understated Julius closed out the second night at MSG... Two down, two to go.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Phish MSG Setlist: 12/28/17 New York, NY

Phish returned to Madison Square Garden for a classic four-show holiday run to end the year. This particular New Years run will also mark 17 shows at MSG in 2017.

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Here's what you missed on the opening night...
Yo Phish, 12.28.17 MSG, NYC

Set 1: AC/DC Bag, Wolfman's Bruh, Roggae, TUBE > Bouncin**, Back on the Train, Your Pet Cat, Waking Up Dead, THEME

Set 2: Wilson > No Man's Land > Twist > Everything's Right > 2001 > Harry Hood  

E: Wedge, Slave

** Pauly takes a piss song

Quickie Recap: Back on the NYC-MSG Train
by @taopauly

First show of the holidaze run... 14th overall at MSG in 2017... Shows on the 28th of DEC have been a mixed bag (historically speaking), yet the VT boys didn't phone this one in. It took a while to get locked in, but when they did, shit got real in the 6-song second set... The tour-wife flew in from LA where it was 77 degrees and she was semi-freaking out that temps in frigid NYC were like 7 degrees... Section 103 for the first show back... CK5 added/utilized another layer of lights to the ceiling and made the top of the Garden look like the underbelly of a mothership... Rusty first set, as expected. Eventually picked up the tempo... TUBE made it to at least 8-minutes! Bringin' da funk to shake da rust off... Waking Up Dead was my section's take a piss song. No joke like 63% of my section bounced... Wilson set 2 opener... Deep-deep space exploration during a 24-minute space-rager NMINML... I had two moments during the jam out when I asked change100 or my neighbors if Phish was still playing No Man's... Everything's Right is a cheesy burrito layered with cheese and dipped in cheese. I'm sure it was the party favors talking, but it annoyed me a lot less than some of the other fromage-laden new material. Killer moma-esque funk-out jam at end of Everything before the band dropped into 2001 formation. Thought Phish would save 2001 for NYE or Saturday night dance party... Elated Hood to end the set... Double-dip encore with Wedge and a sublime Slave... Phish played 3 of my Top 5 songs (Slave, Tube, and 2001) in the same show. I'd typically be thrilled to get 2 in the same night, but it was a sincere treat to get three favs on the opening night... One down, 3 to go.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Krautrock: The Cosmic Jokers, Sci-Fi Party (1974)

1974. The year of Phase IV, Zardoz, Dark Star, and Philip K. Dick’s Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said.

That’s also the year of Sci-Fi Party, the fourth of five LPs by the Krautrock “supergroup” the Cosmic Jokers. In fact all five of the Jokers’ albums were released in 1974, and all five are also included among Julian Cope’s “50 Kosmische Classics.”

We’ve covered the Jokers, not so much a “group” per se but rather a collection of musicians who performed solo or in other outfits whose acid party jams were surreptitiously recorded and released without their knowledge or permission by Rolf-Ulrich Kaiser and Gille Lettmann for their Kosmische Musik label.

This release continues the couple’s commercial conniving, in this case stitching together lightly remixed excerpts from other Cosmic Jokers releases along with additional material from Ash Ra Tempel, Walter Wegmüller, and Wallenstein. The approach is similar to the one employed with other Jokers releases, themselves the result of live performances later edited into the side-long suites found on each disc.

In other words, this one is kind of a “best of,” and perhaps uncoincidentally probably rates as my fave of the five despite its uncertain categorical status. Unlike Cope who sees fit to keep all five Cosmic Jokers LPs on his list, I would probably have stuck with this one only while recommending further exploration to those so inclined.

“Im Reich der Magier” (taken from the self-titled first LP) provides the record a soft, comfortable lift off with Kaiser and Lettmann’s occasional, whispered voice-overs functioning as earnest-though-unobtrusive announcements from the cockpit.

Having reached cruising level, “Der Herrscher” from Wegmüller’s fantastic double-LP Tarot (the penultimate entry on Cope’s list) provides a tasty in-flight snack -- a rock riff paired with Wegmüller’s echoed mystical musings. “The Cosmic Couriers Meet South Philly Willy” (from Wallenstein’s superb 1973 LP Cosmic Century) then melodically rounds out the side, supplying some of the most conventional sounding prog rock to appear on any Jokers disc.

Side Two starts with a couple of short, spacey excerpts from “Kinder Des Alls” (Side 1 of Galactic Supermarket), deftly divided by “The Electronic Scene” inserted here after being lifted from the fifth and last Jokers’ LP Gilles Zeitschiff.

The choral-like fade out leads to a slice of the meditative “Interplay of Forces” from Ash Ra Tempel’s Starring Rosi, a track featuring Manuel Göttsching’s interstellar instrumentation matched with Rosemarie Müller’s occasional voice-overs, followed by some light-hearted jamming. Finally comes “Planeten Sit-In,” culled from Planeten Sit-in, natch -- in truth just a snippet from the sweet “Loving frequencies.”

“It is the new Science Fiction,” say the liner notes, describing the “Flight through the Cosmic Music” contained within as “a delight of colours, flashes of lightning, and sound of electrons.”

That might be a stretch, but it isn’t a bad starter sampler for anyone interested in either the Cosmic Jokers in particular or Krautrock in general.

Sunday, September 03, 2017

Phish Dicks Setlist: 9/3/17 Commerce City, CO

Never miss a Sunday show. The finale at Dicks...

Tonight's show will be webcast for free on LivePhish.

Here's what you missed...

Phish, 9.3.17 DICKS, Commerce City, CO

SET 1: Buffalo Bill, Moma, Birds of a Feather, Sugar Shack, Most Events Aren't Planned, Back on the Train, Leaves, Wedge, 46 Days, GIN

SET 2: DWD > Light > Rise/Come Together > Piper > Meatstick, 2001 > Possum > Suzy

ENCORE: Waste > First Tube

Saturday, September 02, 2017

Phish Dicks Setlist: 9/2/17 Commerce City, CO - Night 2

One more Saturday night in Colorado. Phish returned for the second of three shows at Dicks.

This show will be webcasted over at

Here's what you missed....
Phish, 9.2.17 Dicks, Commerce City, CO

SET  1: Simple > Martian Monster, Reba, Sand, Crazy Sometimes, Limb By Limb > Wolfman's Braz, Walls of the Cave   

SET 2: Everything's Right > Fuego > Steam > Chalk Dust  > Mike's > Winterqueen > What's the Use? > Weekapaug  > Slave    

ENCORE: Lizards, Antelope

Friday, September 01, 2017

Phish Dicks Setlist: 9/1/2017 Commerce City, CO

Phish returned to Colorado for another three-day run at Dicks. The entire run will be webcast over at

Here's what you missed...

Phish 9.1.17 DICKS, Commerce City, CO

SET 1: Blaze On, 555, Breath and Burning, THEME > Free, Tube > Roggae > More  

SET 2: No Man's Land > Carini > Ghost > HOOD > Cavern  

ENCORE: Horse > Silent > Zero   

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Krautrock: The Cosmic Jokers, Planeten Sit-In (1974)

Picking back up this mini-survey of five albums by the Krautrock “supergroup” the Cosmic Jokers -- coming within the larger survey of Julian Cope’s “50 Kosmische Classics” -- the third LP Planeten Sit-In shares more of the same trippy, effects-and-synth laden jamming found on both The Cosmic Jokers and Galactic Supermarket.

Check out those earlier reviews for more about the formation of this group which was never a formal group at all, really, but just a collection of musicians associated with other acts whose improvisations were recorded and then released without their knowledge, promoting them to a level of unexpected importance in the complicated Krautrock mythology.

Unlike the first two records each of which feature two side-long tracks, Planeten Sit-In nominally offers 13 shorter pieces, though again what the listener encounters are two lengthy, uninterrupted sessions stitched together later by the band’s “producers” (and subjects of lawsuits from some of the members) Rolf-Ulrich Kaiser and Gille Lettmann.

“Raumschiff Galaxie startet” kicks off the first side with a lot of intergalactic noise whooshing around your hi-fi. Then some primitive percussion carries the listener to “The planet of communication,” ironically titled given the wordless, effected vocals.

The machines take over momentarily for the short beep-boop-bop of “Elektronenzirkus,” followed by some ominous vibrating of “Der Narr im All,” a track that sounds like you’ve fallen through a trapdoor somewhere halfway through the Floyd’s “Interstellar Overdrive.” “Raumschiff Galaxie fliegt in die Sonne” then starts with Klaus Schulze gradually climbing up the keyboard while a kind of alien funk overlay gets the head bobbin’.

“Intergalactic nightclub” arrives next, heralded by a brief snatch of synth that closely resembles Kraftwerk’s “Morgenspaziergang,” the closing track on their Autobahn LP released later in 1974. (I’m guessing the resemblance is coincidental, making it little matter that the Jokers’ track was recorded at least a year before Kraftwerk’s.) After that opening, the song resolves into a marching piano rhythm and mumbling voice-over that recalls some of the Soft Machine’s rummaging around during latter sections of their 1969 album Volume Two.

“Loving frequencies” then reprises that “Morgenspaziergang”-like theme to start, then crossfades its way through several meditative electronic passages before ending with a disorientingly beautiful piano-bass instrumental to close out the side.

“Electronic news” starts Side 2 with helicopter-like “bulletin” sounds that foreshadow video game noise from just a few years later. “Intergalactic Radio Guri Broadcasting” follows, again highlighting Harald Grosskopf’s tribal percussion, synth, and strange, far-away-sounding vocal improvisation.

After a short, quiet interstitial “Raumschiff Galaxy gleitet im Sonnenwind,” the track titled “Interstellar rock: Kosmische Musik” revolves around a menacing drone that gradually grows thunderous before receding.

The short “Raumschiff Galaxie saust in die Lichtbahnen” follows, sounding like a sequence of saucers screaming across the sky. Then comes the grand, eight-minute finale, “Der Planet des Sternenmädchens” (or “The planet of the star girl”) -- an epic, sprawling freak out sharing all of the group’s more significant findings brought back from its many voyages.

Cope singles this LP out as especially “weird” compared to other Cosmic Jokers’ output, though to me it sounds of a piece with the first two records especially (with the fifth Gilles Zeitschiff collaboration much stranger). Sit in and listen and decide for yourself:

Monday, August 14, 2017

Baker's Dozen Beat Sheet: Glazed Memories

Brevity is wit, but I'm not that smart. Here's most of the stuff that missed the cut in the daily 420-word recaps. Plus a couple of other fleeting and vivid memories that popped into my head while revisiting the Baker's Dozen...


Dunno how many people I talked to walked out of MSG with the feeling, "I really needed that!"

Phish is an cathartic experience. I couldn't count how many friends were having a rough year or two, whether work was kicking their ass, or dodging health problems, or their relationship went sideways, or their kids were driving them nuts, or they were drowning in other family problems, or on mega-tilt from the election, or constantly feuding with internet trolls, or simply struggling to keep their head above water with mental health.

Phish is what you make it. Baker's Dozen became a reward for many who made sacrifices to pull off as many shows possible. For friends and strangers, Phish became an anti-depressant, if only for a couple of hours a night.


I went to Big Cypress and nothing can ever top the Millennium and Phish playing until sunrise. But the Japan 2000 trip is the one trip I think about every single day of my life. Will Baker's Dozen will be like that? How long can the after-glow last?


I flew from SoCal to my hometown of NYC for the three-week sojourn. Summers in LA are a paradise compared to NYC's sweltering humid-as-fuck summer. I forgot what summer Phish was like back east vs. wintry NYE runs. 

Living in LA is problematic for a New Yorker like myself. Plasticized, sun-baked LA is  like the complete opposite of a Phish show in many respects, so I was eager to jump back into the fire.

I saw my first Grateful Dead show at MSG when I was 15 years old. I was so fucking clueless then, but felt like I stumbled into a time machine and flew back to the 1960s. But as a 40-something New Yorker in exile in LA, I eagerly returned to NYC to celebrate Phish and reconnect with friends from different circles in life, many of whom I met through Phish at random points on my journey. In many ways, Baker's Dozen felt like I completed a full circle.


After your 100th show, everything starts to blend into one long Phish show. Add psychedelics and memories become swirly blurry images of Phish lights and aliens. It's impossible to see recall each Baker's Dozen show as its own (flavored) entity. Personally, the BD13 shows are fractured into these three personal categories:

Behind the Stage/NOT-Behind Stage
Raging Solo/With Friends

Shit didn't go sideways until friends from California arrived with gifts. We're all glad they didn't show up until the second weekend, because if I ate mind-bending substances every night, I'd be zoomb'd out of my gourd and living in a tent underneath the Manhattan Bridge in Chinatown with a colony of Shanty Wooks from Grass Valley. #StayWookPham

I rarely drink at all these days, let almost never at shows. The only way I can survive a tour is to be hangover-free. Besides, all that money I saved on overpriced drinks could be spent more judiciously: nitrous.


NYC cokeheads discussed David Foster Wallace in a sincere scholarly manner.

DISCLAIMER: They were Ivy Leaguers, and I know what you're's gonna be high-brow lit chat among the NYC Literati... and you're right... but... every Ivy Leaguer I know in LA is a full-blown coke fiend and smurfing three Beverly Hills shrinks at once for Adderall scripts... and any reference in LA to David Foster Wallace involves themselves, their half-written screenplay, and a self-serving desire to snort rails with DFW.


During the 2016 Vegas Halloween run, I imagined an entire scene backstage during setbreak. Something akin to Fishman being massaged by highfalutin courtesans, Trey whipping himself for flubbing Walls of the Cave and listening to Leonard Cohen in the darkness, Gordo hanging out with his Euro-boy-toy fashion consultant Hans, and Playboy Page evoking his inner Frank Sinatra, with an entourage led by his new BFF James Murphy from LCD Soundsystem. [Read: Vegas, Part 1: All These Dogs Just Wanna Play]

The song that @change100 dubbed "Page EDM" was inspired by frenetic 5am bandito blanco jam sessions with James Murphy. Page will forever be a Beta and always the B to Trey's Alpha. Page's Tubbs to Trey's Crocket. The A/B dynamic continued with Page's blossoming friendship with James Murphy, the Alpha-music-nerd-scion and self-proclaimed King of the Hipsterfied North (a.k.a. Brooklyn). BTW, we can't wait for Page's new album with produced on Murphy's untz-heavy DFA label. Tentative title: "Penocha del Tastyo."

I Been Around is an anthem to Page's off-season partying with Murphy and lesser-known members of Arcade Fire. Meanwhile, Page EDM sums up Page's anxiety doing to much nose cardio with millennial ladies, who only converse in hashtags/emoji. Page went on an epic bender during an 60-hour whorgy hosted by Murphy in various Air BnB pop-up rage houses throughout his realm. The bacchanalia was fueled by bricks of Peruvian Oro, shit so pure that it contained zero adulterants. Leo the Lion, clad in a red dragon kimono, smushed a dozen SnapChat models/influencers while tinkering with forty different synths.

"I missed the good old days," waxed Page. "Feels like it's 1999."

Murphy chopped up biker rails on a vintage copy of Liquid Liquid's self-titled album Liquid Liquid, before he revealed his lightning in the bottle idea for upcoming Baker's Dozen.

"You know (SNOOOOOORT, SNIFF) what, Leo? (SNOOOOORT, SNIFF SNIFF) I think the guys in your Sushi band should (SNOOOOORT) play that loungey Lawn Boy (SNIFF) like for an entire set (SNOOOOOOOOORT)."

"Ahhhh, beep-beep. Toot-toot," replied Page. "Let me run it by Jill Lesh and get back to you."


Page has been stepping up his synth game and gaining oodles of confidence along the way. French pal Benjo noted that he liked the electronic additions to Page's contributions/fills, albeit baby steps. I don't see Page donning a sparkly space helmet and spinning a set of old-school Chicago house beats, but then again, no one ever expected the Spanish Inquisition and to see Gordo wearing neon lipstick. Maybe we'll see DJ Page spinning sets at untz-centric festivals in Europe and spinning at moon parties for all the pretty people in Ibiza.


This Baker's Dozen run would be weird because none of my immediate friends were doing all 13. In fact a good amount were seeing none. My tour wife @change100 was back in LA cranking out reality TV for Hollyweird. My partner in crime the Joker was back in Austin raising two little birds.

Different circles descended upon NYC for a couple of shows at a time, or a mix-match over weekends. And for local friends, they tried to squeeze in random weekday shows while keeping an eye on that 11:40pm train to Port Jefferson.

A select few pulled up a single-hero trip... in which they made insane sacrifices and called in favors/called in sick just to catch one night of Phish. I mean, that's fucking nuts. Phish shows have become a huge gamble in 3.0. Then there's a prevalent saying in Vegas, "The house always wins." But Baker's Dozen? If you tossed the dice for even one night, you got paid back immensely while a boxman shouted, "Winner winner, chicken dinner!"

The upside to raging solo for BD was the ability to mix it up with friends and see the entire run from a different spot every night. The downside was that every other day someone new was coming to NYC look to rage it up for 2-3 straight days, when I desperately needed a day to recover (hashatag gettingold).

The rumble in the jungle cycle repeated itself. Fresh troops rotated in and out every 2-3 days. New England. Colorado. California. Vegas. Chicago. Atlanta. Ohio. Friends were all fired up upon arrival for destination Phish. So odd to feel NYE-level of excitement for a random weekday show.

The first order of business dealing with visitors usually fell on me to procure all necessary party favors, vitamins, herbal remedies, and other things that turn your mind upside down and shake your ass til dawn. Part of the ritual of hopping on Phish tour is akin to the beginning of Fear and Loathing in Vegas when Hunter is loading up the trunk of his car with various party favors for the weekend. Except at Baker's Dozen, we were loading up a trunk stocked with goodies before every show.


After the third show, I woke up on Monday morning with 75+ texts inquiring about the rest of the run from friends who initially had zero intention of going to MSG. I told one friend to start driving from Denver ASAP and he'd get to NYC a few hours before the JAM show started. The Monday morning frenzy was like that scene in The Wire when East Baltimore got flooded with a supreme-near-lethal-dank-as-fuck smack called The WMDs. Every fucking hop-head within a 100-mile radius flocked to the projects to score their super-fix. Phish unleashed their batch of WMDs the first weekend, and I woke up to find a couple hundred Phish junkies begging me to help them find their fix.


I had a couple non-Phish friends from NYC (including my brother) join us for pre-game at one of the local Irish pubs. A lawyer friend from Brooklyn said, "The only thing I don't like about Phisheads is that they are too friendly, which means they will talk to anyone. And I'm just a jaded New Yorker who wants to sip my drink without having fourteen people ask me if I liked which version of Molly Hoods got played last night."


Benjo, who translated my book Lost Vegas into French, scheduled a couple of Phish shows around a work trip to the States. What originally was supposed to quick side trip with 2-3 shows, blossomed into 6 shows. I'm really shocked he flew back to Paris when he did. He was having so much fun, that I thought he'd stay the rest of the run and never return home to France.

Here's the thing about European vs. Americans... Euros are extremely passionate about many things, but they not as demonstrative as us. Euros kept their emotions in check... but when they let loose, they went fucking nuts (e.g. World Cup football a.k.a soccer). Euros often display their stone-cold poker face when it comes to all things art/culture. That's one of the reasons why the guys in Daft Punk hid behind their robot helmets.

Our celebrity-obsessed culture dominates every aspect of our lives, which is why we've become a nation of fame whores. We reward fanatics in America, but Europeans are way more chillax when it comes to that stuff. However, I caught Benjo getting down and singing along to a couple of songs... a sure-fire indication he was having a balls out time.


The palpable excitement and the buzz inside MSG on N1 reminded me of shows in 2009 when everyone was fucking pumped to see Phish again. The entire crowd was jacked wherever you looked from hotel elevators to outside the venue to the hallways and bathrooms.

I forgot what it was like to be surrounded by positive vibes. Like being inside a cathedral of beaming light. Living in California, especially LA, is its own bubble. But even inside of paradise, you couldn't escape our fractured society and all the noise created by the thundering stampede of the masses brainwashed by fear and hatred.

Living in the moment for 3-4 hours a night with 20K strangers is such a huge fucking deal because we spend every breathing moment of our waking lives tethered to the machines and addicted to likes, loves, and validation.

Phish crushed MSG because the room was a perfect venue for them to create and explore. Felt like going to see shows in 2009. Abundance of gratitude all around. Phish took more risks and returned to places I never thought were possible to see again. You could see their confidence jumping multiple levels as the run went on, especially with Page. Those Leo the Lion vibes were infectious.


I'm a sponge and soak up my immediate environment. Being inside MSG every night recharged my batteries. Life batteries. Soul batteries. Creative batteries. CTRL-ALT-DELETE. Jumping on tour is like resetting your soul. And nothing gives you a quicker/intense reboot than Phish. The feeling I forgot. The prime directive. What the fuck is the mission objective anyway? Ah, that's right. I forgot. Every night I walked out of MSG feeling more committed to promise I made to myself on N1... to be a better version of myself.


N4. JAM'D. I had been chasing a show like JAM Night that for 13+ years. I told the Joker the last time Phish played like that was SPAC Piper 04. I caught over 200+ shows in 3.0 alone and the boys came close several times to revisiting previous high-water marks, but never pulled it off for an entire show, let along multi-day run. I knew they still had the hammer inside of them, but it required special circumstance for them to be in a proper "safe space" for dropping the hammer (a.k.a. Storage Jam, Drive-In Jam).

After the JAMILICIOUSNESS, I was so jacked up on adrenaline that Benjo and I speed-walked from MSG to Irving Plaza for the Turkauz after show. By the time I sprinted through Union Square, my eyeballs were like the size of softballs and I was sweating like Patrick Ewing at the free throw line.


The space L was heavy on the visuals without overpowering and overloading the senses. That's the most difficult aspect about eating L in big (dark) cities like Vegas and NYC. But this batch of cosmic sunshine fit in perfect harmony with the city.

For a thirty minute period when I peaked, everything around me turned into the Matrix and I saw trickling lines of green code everywhere. What's real? What's been programmed? What was engineered? Can they really hack into our thoughts? How do I know the sun's not yellow and it's really chicken?

That's the first time I realized... the parking meters are alive and spies for the Mothership.

And MSG? It's really a Mothership parked on top of Penn Station. We literally walked into a UFO every night to see Phish.


The after-parties were always a "let's see" situation. I called lots of audibles and did my best to make token appearances at American Beauty and Pennsy. A couple of nights I bailed early to rest my back and write. Didn't matter if I was home, or out and about, I'd get a dreaded text at 4am from desperate friends in search of supplies... either marching powder or landing gear, or both.

I'm the man who brings you Valium when you ain't got none.

That's the thing about the city that never sleeps... there's ski bums everywhere. But the quality of this flake was terrible. Complete chowder powder, or "dust on crust" as my Colorado friends would bemoan.


At some point, the lights became sentient. (Yeah, it was really that fantastic L.) That's when the horror script started writing itself out in my head. I sat behind the stage for the first two night and saw the new rig up close.

The lights were soul probes and integral part of a massive super computer that downloaded samples of all of us during Phish shows. Phish brings out the best/worst in people and you can't lie to the lights reading our auras. Every time I saw one of the MSG house lights or CK5's terminator-rig scanning the audience, I thought there's another soul about to be judged. At some point the lights were going to determine if we were worthy enough to be saved...or terminated for liquidation. The next mass extinction will come at the hands of the machines, much like you'd seen in the trope of films like The Matrix and Terminator. When AI achieves full-blown sentience, it will be impossible to ignore that humans are the biggest threat to humanity, Earth, and the universe itself.  Dunno when the machines will turn on us, but CK5's terma-lights scanned every single person inside MSG. Scanning our souls. Some of us will have eternal salvation and the rest? Turned to mush in a mass liquidation off schwilly wooks, custies, and parasites.

Yeah, I know... I'm McCatholic and Judgement Day was supposed to look a lot different. Didn't think it would involved a bunch of bright yellow lights that focused overhead in the middle of Water in the Sky.

At another point in the show, I realized each light represented an alien on a distant planet that was checking in on the live stream of the show. It's how they spied on us. Every time a light flickered and changed color or pattern, it represented another alien. Ya, millions and millions of them. Wondering what the fuck was going on with so much radiant energy shooting out of the roof of MSG. Human brains create wavelengths and when we're all crocked on psychedelics, it's like steroids for our brainwaves, so we had several thousand people every night unleashing batches of ginromous-bundle of brainwaves into the universe. And couple of curious entities saw the flashes and wondered, "What the fuck is going down on Earth?"

Then the aliens started contacting me during the show. Through the lights. Happened couple of times. During Fuego jam, the phalanx of lights freaked out until they said, "We've always been haven't been listening!" The Lizard aliens attempted to discuss strategy during Lizards, but I was too schwilly for any conversation. They got pissed and I didn't hear from them the rest of the run.


N3 setbreak. I stood on deck, but the guy in front of me at the urinal took forever to piss. Like five plus minutes... but I didn't hear the gushing stream of urine. I heard a grunt or two, and that's when I realized he was rubbing one out. For fuck's sake, mate! If you gonna garfuckel it out, do it in a fucking stall! These fucking amateurs, Donny.


N5 so many little things got overlooked by the bigger picture during Powder night. Like Cars Trucks Buses, Gumbo, and Tube all in the same set. Yes, we got a dank-ass jammed-out Tube. Caught the jammed-out Tube in Chula Vista in San Diego last summer and another golden dong at MSG.

And the 1999 came out of nowhere. With so many other covers on the tip of everyone's tongue (and Twitter feed), the Prince anthem flew waaay below the radar. It makes total sense now. Old-world Phish would be railing lines on gold-plated mirrors en route to the stage. These days in post-Empire Phisdom, it's green juice and gluten-free enemas. Except for Page. Leo's been partying like it's 1999 since 1988 and he hasn't stopped since.

Out of all the covers played on N5, Zeppelin's No Quarter was definitely overlooked by the other covers: 1999 smack in middle of set 2, the Powderfinger encore, and WWH a capella opener.


N12 I was so pissed they ended the Boston Cream show with Joy that I rage-huffed $100 worth of balloons on 29th Street. I felt bad for the AA meeting in the basement of the nearby church. Then again, if you can stay sober thru a sea of gluttonous Phishkids sucking down hippie crack, then you can stay clean thru anything.


N3 Velvet night. The band had come a long way from that night in Coventry, Vermont when Page lost his cookies during Velvet Sea and couldn't stop crying. Fishman tried to carry his fallen brother through the rest of the song because messy Trey was utterly useless at that point.

Music/memory is a powerful entity. And it was impossible to enjoy any Velvet Sea post-Coventry without getting instant flashbacks of Page crying.

Something happened during N3's Velvet Sea. I gotta thank CK5 for lighting the entire interior of MSG in velvety red. We sat only a couple rows off at the back of the floor, so I had a perfect vantage point of the entire Garden. CK5's red velvet lights shall be an image I'll never forget. A true memory burn. Page's tears at Coventry are starting to fade. I now have something positive to think about whenever I hear Velvet Sea in the future. Finally.


I sat behind the stage (in my actual seats) with @LawnMemo for the second set of N2 Strawberry Night. In between songs, he demonstrated his slick Lothario movies on Staten Island girls. The DWD jam is nothing out of the ordinary, but it stood out as an early highlight for me. Don't forget, it was still night two. What happened sort of set the tone for the all of BD... Phish returned to DWD and jammed it out in an entirely new segment. They committed to jamming it out and properly finishing it off.

Strawberry Letter 23 might have been my favorite cover of the entire run. I hope it stays in the rotation and the boys polish it up because the jam out has tons of potential. Hey, anytime you can add Shuggie Otis to the mix, it's a good thing. My favorite Galactic cover back in the 90s occurred when the Houseman crooned Ice Cold Daydream.


N12 Boston Cream setbreak. I 'm not a real doctor, but I play one on the internet and at Phish shows.  I talked a college age kid down from a bad trip. He got separated from his friends and sorta cowered behind a curtain that separated my section from an area with stand-up bar seating. His flying-saucer eyes revealed everything. Homey was fryballzing bigtime. I simply advised him, you control the trip.

"It's up to you to determine if it's gonna be good/bad or light/dark."

He looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. That's when I said, "Hey brah. Give me a high five and you're gonna snap out and have a great time the rest of the show." He sorta half-assed a high five. I laughed. He laughed. I said, "High-five it like you mean it."

SMACK! He insta-snapped out of his mind-funk.

I spotted him mid-set 2 getting down Lizards. Goodybe, hashtag bad trip.


I befriended a security guard on the first night. He was a Russian guy that looked like Kevin Spacey. Apparently bunch of sparkleponies and fratdaddies were giving him guff every time he tried to keep the aisle clear. I intervened once, "Be smart brahs. Dance in the aisle when he is not doing a check. Scatter when you see him coming." At the same time, I chatted up the guard at setbreak and told him "Phish phans get super excited, but it's like floating cancer that will fill up any space possible." He appreciated the explanation and the $20 handshake.

I spotted Russian Spacey the next night running one of the security check-in lines in the lobby. He walked over to personally shake my hand, which baffled the rest of the staff and even me. For the rest of the run, I made sure I went to his security station.

Sometime in the middle of the run, a Deadhead friend attended a show with me. He's a legit first-ballot hall of fame stoner with a gajillion joints and a vape and back-up joints. Essentially he had small dispensary in pockets. I told him how to life-hack the system, but he was still a little paranoid. Then I took him to my special security guy. Russian Spacey shook our hands and waved us through.

I saw some stealth smugglers. Couple full-on dab rigs and someone must've boofed three light sabres. One wookling (he had just one cheez-doodle dread, clearly he was pledging) had a small Altoids tin filled with white powder. A rotund security guard quizzed him about the metal container. Wookling said it was his protein powder, like vitamins that he adds to water. Security gave him guff. "I'm gonna let you in, but you fucking white kids are fucking stupid trying to smoke that bath salts shit."


N8. Second Sunday of the run. I scored Sect 120 a few rows off the floor and sat next to a couple from SF. They dressed like Burners and my read was spot-on. Stephy had been seeing Phish since 99 and her gay BFF was a new convert. Bodie, a pro-raver ginga from SF, sported a bad-ass man bun that sparkled. He totally pulled off strung-out chic with an uncanny resemblance to David Bowie (just after Young Americans but before Station to Station). He showed me a bunch of Burning Man photos of himself dressed as Bowie during the burn. I told him he shoulda been in Vegas last Halloween for Ziggy Stardust.

Bodie only started seeing Phish a few years ago, but what he loved about Phish, "It's the perfect soundtrack for a group psychedelic experience."

Stephy gave a running commentary/narration during Esther's musical moments. I dunno if it was for her gay bestie, or she was yipper'd up, or it was some shtick she did. I thought it would ruin the moment, but she was fucking awesome. I want her to record it someday because it was funny as fuck. She used interpretive hand movements too.

"Here's the point when Esther hates herself and her fake-ass friends but she hates herself way more so she eats ice cream from the carton and gets addicted to coke so badly that she starts dating a crack dealer."

Bodie Bowie Man-Bun did Burning Man thrice but started seeing Phish with Stephy the last few years on various West Coast tours. He said he felt like a noob even though he saw almost 20 shows in a short span.

"I don't know the entire catalog or couldn't even tell you which studio album Fuego was on."

I told him, "Don't get intimidated by super-nedry Phans. So long as you dig it... it's cool."

"Thanks. But it can get intimidating, ya know? Super phans..."

"Super phans are weird. I get it. I'm just a casual phan and I don't mean to jamsplain this to you, but Fuego is on Phish 12th studio album titled Fuego, which came out in 2014. Fuego debuted in Atlantic City, NJ for Halloween 2013 and has been played 46 other times since then. Everyone has a hard-on for the Philly Mann Fuego, and it definitely is a scorcher, but the one you caught in San Francisco last year is highly underrated. Fuego was the first studio album in nearly five years since Joy in 2009, and only the second actual studio album in the 3.0 era. Fuego is the opening track on Fuego album and clocking in at 9:15, it's the longest track of 10 on the album produced by Bob Ezrin. If you recognize the name you know he produced Pink Floyd and had become a polarizing figure in the Phish community. I've written 73 blog posts about Ezrin alone, plus I wrote a spec manuscript about Fuego album for 33 1/3 publishing company. I'll send you the PDF. Oh, and you should come on as a guest on one of my Phish podcasts. I have 12 total, but only take 9 seriously. We tape three shows. Daily. But ya, I feel you brah. Super phans are fucking weirdddddddd."


N6 Double Chocolate... Did Trey not think we noticed he squeezed Mercury in after Chalkdust > Sexy Thing? Clever move by Big Red. He got everyone all geeked out over that 24-minute orgy of a Chalkdust, then distracted everyone with Gordo crooning a one-hit wonder before blowing the fastball by us. Either we're all starting to like Mercury (it's been growing on me), or everyone was so fucking schwilly they missed it.


N5 Powder... The freaks came out in numbers. Loud guy from Long Island (think Dave Attel with hair) brought a coke-spoon to the show and was shoveling the entire third base line from Yankee Stadium up his nose during the second set. He seemed tame compared to the crystal-wooks burning deemsters. They blasted off during Mr. Completely and kept on topping off every 10 minutes after.

And I forgot which night... N5 or N10... but a young couple wearing space cat fanny packs and capes were doing key bumps of K all night, but she would say, "Here kitty kitty. Here kitty kitty!" before hoovering it up.


Millennials have no shame about doing bathroom drugs in public. As a Gen-X, I grew up in the Nancy Regan JUST SAY NO era, where Len Bias died from doing cocaine one time. If/when we did cocaine, we kept it a huge secret. Just like the Ghost lyrics. It's all about cocaine. You know, "My little secret how I get ahead."

Cocaine represented 80s excess/greed, so us 90s kids turned to a different, less bougie drug... HEROIN. And you all know how that worked out for us. RIP Kurt. We fucked up big time.

I came from an era when you could get popped for taking one hit off a joint, which is why I still look both ways before I even take a bong hit on my couch... in fucking California. I'm a paranoid android for life. So you could only imagine the levels of paranoia whenever I see kids brazenly pull out powders in public. Like maybe do a legit key bump in super-stealth mode inside of cutting up lines on the back of your phone during Meatstick?


The wife didn't see Baker's Dozen due to work obligations, but she was super cool with me flying out to NYC without her. The fact I got to do all 13 is a testament to the awesomeness of @change100, and the strength of our relationship, that has now spanned over a decade.

Luckily, there were only two nights of of 13 when she was really pissed. N4 JAM and N11 LEMON. Shit was frosty those nights and I had to wait until morning until things thawed down. Night 4 was the first weekday show of the run and I forgot about the time change between NYC/LA and I finally scored five-star party favors, so I was sending her schwilly texts filled with cat emojis while she's in the studio on mega-tilt dealing with network suits. I got the "BRRR ITS COLD IN HERE" cold shoulder and rightly so. N4 was the only time I sensed she didn't want to hear from me. Everything went back to normal the next morning.

Oh, until the Radiohead cover on N11. Then I was back in the dog house. I'm pretty sure @change100 loves Radiohead equally if not more than Phish. To miss the only time Phish ever busted out a Radiohead cover was utter torture for her. She told me she started crying the moment on the webcast when Page started the arpeggio intro.


I got so spun-cookies that I thought Page sang Everything In Its Right Place. When I scanned my ticket for the LivePhish app and played it back, I heard Fish singing and had one of those moments like, "Can I trust my memory of anything that happened in the last 12 hours?"


I've been chasing a Radiohead cover since Festival 8. Between 2005 and 2009, I had endless conversations with the Joker and BTreotch about which potential albums Phish could pull off, and which ones would be too difficult due to the sonic depth. We all agreed that Page would obliterate a cover of Everything In Its Right Place.

I saw Radiohead a couple of times the last two years. Whenever they drop into Everything In Its Right Place, their usually subdued crowd goes apeshit. The thing about Radiohead is that you will meet people traveling from all over the world just to see one show. RH's global fanbase is just as rabid, but nowhere as schwilly.

The Radiohead cover did not hold up on a re-listen. I'd say about half of the covers at BD felt like that. When you're in the moment, it's fantastic to hear something familiar they never played before. You're not focusing on what's missing, and instead just going along for the ride.

Hardcore Radiohead fans were easy to spot on N11. They were the ones losing their minds. One guy smacked himself in the head like he was stuck in a k-hole or something and wanted to make sure he was really seeing something that seemed impossible.

Should have seen a Radiohead cover incoming. The band sent emissaries to MSG NYE run. Thom Yorke would love to a Radiohead-only festival and studied Phish's playbook. He thinks a Lemonwheel-like festy would be the best way for a spaceship to pick him up and take him home to his planet. 


Thankfully Slave got played early in the run, which prevented a possible visit to the loony bin at Bellevue. If Phish saved Slave for N13, I woulda curled up on the sticky floor like a sobbing infant and eventually carried out on a stretcher in a straitjacket with 200mg of Thorazine injected into my veins.

Yet on N13, Starman became the battleground for all of my emotions. After 13 shows in 17 days, my guard was let down and I got flooded by nostalgia overload.

Bowie imagined Ziggy Stardust as the house band for the apocalypse. With so much fear and hatred swirling around outside MSG, it legit felt like I was watching Phish taking on the role of Ziggy and his Spiders from Mars. Would we all be here five years from now? Or is this the beginning of the end?

Ah, the feels. That's what all the kids call it today. Insert prayerhands emoji and heart fluttering emoji here ___.


Starting in 2005, I covered the World Series of Poker in Las Vegas every summer for seven straight years. I almost died twice during my assignment. No bullshit. Two car accidents. I somehow got a second chance at life and didn't want to waste it living in Vegas anymore.

Summers at the WSOP were grueling and I'm not just talking about the 115 degree weather. Six to seven weeks of nonstop poker action wears you down.That was the most physically laborious and mentally taxing experience I ever did in my life. And I did it multiple times. Without a doubt, partying/living/working/surviving the WSOP in Vegas prepared me for 13 Phish shows in 17 nights at MSG.

When my friends expressed concern over me attempting the entire run, I just had to blurt out "WSOP" and they were like, "You totally got this. Three weeks in NYC is a breeze compared to seven weeks of hell in Vegas."


The revitalization of Phish lit a fire under my ass. On the final night, I ran out the Garden jacked up on 13 different substances, but riding high on Phish. I could feel the fire in my belly for the first time in years. I couldn't wait to go back to LA and lock myself in the office and finish off a novel that's way overdue.

Stumbling down the locked-escalator, I had what acidheads would call a moment of clarity. I knew I had enough material for a Phish book, but never had a good ending until Phish pulled off the Baker's Dozen run.

I thought Phish had hit their peak and were coasting downhill for the back nine of their career. Then Fishman kicked me in the nuts and I realized that my favorite band still had gas left in the tank.

I missed going to Phish and exploring all the creative thoughts that rushed through my head. All of them were silly or downright terrible, but it had been a while since I access that rushing stream of creativity. Started out as a trickling brook with a couple of goldfish, but by N13 it was a massive ocean teaming with creatures. Turns out that ocean was there the entire time. I just forgot where to look. I doubted myself as a writer and felt like I lost my touch, but Baker's Dozen helped me conquer the paralyzing self-doubt.


On the Monday after the run ended, I had yet to sleep. I tried to watch Game of Thrones, but it was too disconcerting to deal with dragons on acid. I walked outside and noticed a gentle rain falling upon the city. A gaggle of spunout Phishkids mingled underneath an awning while the glistening rain sparkled primary colors. It sorta slowed down, like in the Matrix, and I could see each droplet pass by my eye-line before they exploded onto the sidewalk. This happened for only a few seconds, but it felt like it lasted a couple of hours. The residual effects of 13 shows allowed me to speed up and slow down time.

I should probably get some sleep I thought as I barreled past a swift pack of robo-commuters in the middle of their Monday morning march of malaise. I did what any sensible person would do... I ducked into a bodega, ordered a bacon egg cheese sandwich, and then went back to my room so I could jot down as much about MSG BD as I could before I forgot everything and the maid showed up to kick me out of the room.

Sometimes the experience blends into one long blurry Phish show. It hasn't even been a week, and it's hard to remember the individual nights.


Which night was Double Chocolate? And which one was Powdered? Was it Strawberry Glazed? Or Coconut Holes? And what night was the Everything Bagel show?

Can I ever fully explain the entire impact of Baker's Dozen? Is it even quantifiable?

Is this still Lawn Boy? Are they really playing NYE MSG again?

I looked totally different after shedding 17 pounds in 3 weeks on the DUSPMP Diet (Defense-Up Smoothie, Pizza, Molly, and Percosett). When it's time to trade skyscrapers for palm trees, will my loved ones and wife recognize me upon my return to LAX?

Maybe this is the last hurrah? Maybe so? Maybe it's the beginning of a new direction? Maybe not? Who knows?

Just the fact Phish pulled off no repeats and jammed the fuck out of Baker's Dozen... was good enough for me.

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Phish Setlist: Bakers Dozen MSG 13 - 8/6/17 Night 13 - GLAZED

DONUT: Glazed

Never miss a Sunday show, especially when it's Night 13 of the Bakers Dozen. Final night at MSG. Let's get the show on the road...

The finale of the MSG run will be webcast at LivePhish.

For the final night of Baker's Dozen coverage, follow @CoventryMusic on Twitter updates and on IG too... @CoventryMusic.

Here's what you missed on Sunday...
Phish, Baker's Dozen Night 13 - 8.6.17 MSG, NYC

Set 1: Dogs Stole Things, Rift, Ha Ha Ha > Camel Walk, Crazy Sometimes > Saw It Again, Sanity, Bouncin', Most Events Aren't Planned**, Bug, I Been Around, Izabella

Set 2: Simple > Rise/Come Together > Starman, YEM, Loving Cup

E: On the Road Again, Lawn Boy Reprise, Tweeprise

**debut, FTP

420-Word Quickie Recap: NIGHT 13 GLAZED
by @taopauly

SUNDAY Donut: Glazed... Extended-curfew rumor popped up early in weekend. Nah, just another two-setter... During an ultimate quest for no repeats, Phish still surprised us... Javier scored me a ticket for second show in row... Phish went deep deep down the bench in the first set with a Dog Stole Things opener. Flashbacks to 97 with DST in heavy rotation... Ha Ha Ha always fun for the acidheads... Camel Walk desert funk in the city... Friends texted, "At start of Saw It Again, the look Gordo gave Trey was priceless." Gordo didn't like getting ripcorded from Trey's alien anal probe story... Sanity always a mental health check at shows. I always failed. Whatever, send more valium... Bouncin' will always be a #Paulytakesapisssong... Most Events Aren't Planned another side project deep cut from Page's Vida Blue days, which everyone knows is the dankest and baddest side action in all of Phisdom... I pointed at the crowd for the "overrated" segment of Bug... More Leo love with I Been Around. Yeah, he's been working on his new side group with DFA's Shit Robot and James Murphy, who prepared 13 rails for Leo at setbreak in his dressing room... The Izabella everyone has been waiting for. Return of Machine Gun Trey. I caught one at MSG in 97 and I lost my mud. 20 years later and my mud got tossed like a noobstain... Godzilla-like Simple opened the final set. It lived up to the hype... TAB song sorta killed the buzz of the set, but they boys got the heat right back with a sizzling Starman that had little more juice than Vegas Halloween... Sideswiped by emotional peak during Starman. Lightning rod moment when all your drugs are peaking and CK5's illuminating the entire room and everyone else is hitting their own personal-peak moment simultaneously. Intense. This jaded vet finally understood what @randonmsugirl was talking about "Ah, the feels"... Didn't have any time to dwell on tsunami of feels, because Trey ripped into YEM and the entire room kicked it into another gear as the show headed into the final stretch... Stones' Cup capped off the set... The 13-banner got raised and I saw Phish raise one before Melo and the Knicks... Tear-jerking cover of On the Road Again... Followed up by Lawn Boy Reprise. Wet Deck Alert Reprise... Gordo's Weekapaug intro (never played the other night whenever the fuck that was)... Capped off by the Tweeprise everyone was waiting for... Show 13 of 13 dunzo.

BD SETLISTS: MSG 1 - MSG 2 - MSG 3 - MSG 4 - MSG 5 - MSG 6 - MSG 7 - MSG 8 - MSG 9  - MSG 10 - MSG 11 - MSG 12

LINKS: PITT - DAYTON - CHI 1 - CHI 2 - CHI 3 - 2017 ALL - 2016 ALL

Saturday, August 05, 2017

Phish Setlist: Bakers Dozen MSG 12 - 8/5/17 Night 12 - BOSTON CREAM

DONUT: Boston Cream

The final Saturday night. Will night 12 be a Saturday Night Dance Party?

The remainder MSG run will be webcast at LivePhish.

For Baker's Dozen coverage, follow @CoventryMusic on Twitter updates and on IG too... @CoventryMusic.

Here's what you missed on Saturday...
Phish, Baker's Dozen Night 12 - 8.5.17 MSG, NYC

Set 1: Soul Shakedown Party, Uncle Pen, The Sloth, Gotta Jibboo, Fuck Your Face, Sunshine of Your Love** > More Than a Feeling** > Sunshine of Your Love > Foreplay/Long Time, Frost, Scent of a Mule, Fire, Alaska, Plasma

Set 2: Ghost, Petrichor, Light > The Lizards, Horse > Silent, Quinn, Rocky Top

E: Joy

**debut, FTP

420-Word Quickie Recap: NIGHT 12 BOSTON CREAM
by @taopauly

Saturday Donut: Boston Cream... The toughest ticket in the run. Had not seen a harder ticket since Hampton 2009 and AC Halloween 2010... Super-grateful the entire run with 100-level tickets for 12 shows. Night 12 was only night with a 200-level ticket, yet lucked-out with first row on the back corner for a perfect vantage point of CK5's lights. Senor's brother Javier scored me the solo ticket a couple days before the BD run began. No one sat in seats next to me for the first/second sets. Deadhead older sis Irongirl01 grooved next to me all night... Super-chill section. I was easiest the biggest and schwilliest wook in 201... Bob Nesta Marley cover opener with Soul Shakedown Party... Country-Phish with Uncle Pen... Anytime you get Sloth and Fuck Your Face in same set, it's gonna be a great fucking show... Roof of the Garden almost blew its fucking top with the opening and iconic riff to Sunshine of Your Love. Everyone knew Cream was coming and the moment still delivered a goosebumps-kind of memory burn. Crowd singing along to More Than a Feeling became an instant highlight of the Baker's Dozen... The Boston Cream Medley will be a continuous source of nitpicking among phans and archivists. I jumped on Phish tour to avoid rules/structure! Fish/Trey summed everything up, "This whole thing was just so we could do that." Sometimes bad inside jokes blow up into amazing happenings. Trey joked about Kansas/Metallica flavors. I'm still waiting for Molly Percosett night and Mask Off cover... That sneaky-fuck Trey snuck Frost into a show and no one gave a fuck because of the Boston Cream schtick... Fire shoulda ended the set. How a tepid Alaska got wedged in after the Jimi cover shall be the source of nitpickery for centuries to come... Plasma is a TAB song I could get behind... Ghost opener? Shit was gonna go sideways quick with this faded, deviant scepter. NYE Petrichor won over lot of phans. Yet, obvious weak link in a smoking set... Light > Lizards beamed the set into another dimension... Saw a security guard getting down to Lizards. It was like a moment of clarity for the young woman... Lizard aliens sent me messages thru lights... Quinn sole Dylan nod of the run... Band capped off shows they really really really loved with Rocky Top... Joy lulz-encore and not Boston/Cream theme to cap off the historic night... 12 down, 1 to go.

BD SETLISTS: MSG 1 - MSG 2 - MSG 3 - MSG 4 - MSG 5 - MSG 6 - MSG 7 - MSG 8 - MSG 9 - MSG 10 - MSG 11

LINKS: PITT - DAYTON - CHI 1 - CHI 2 - CHI 3 - 2017 ALL - 2016 ALL

Friday, August 04, 2017

Phish Setlist: Bakers Dozen MSG 11 - 8/4/17 Night 11 - LEMON POPPY

DONUT: Lemon Poppy

The final weekend of Baker's Dozen. Night 11 of 13. What's gonna go down?

The remainder MSG run will be webcast at LivePhish.

For Baker's Dozen coverage, follow @CoventryMusic on Twitter updates and on IG too... @CoventryMusic.

Here's what you missed on Friday...
Phish, Baker's Dozen Night 11 - 8.4.17 MSG, NYC

Set 1: See That My Grave is Kept Clean**, PYITE > Party Time, Big Black Furry Creatures from Mars, Dinner and a Movie, Ocelot, Poor Heart, Winterqueen, Bold As Love, First Tube

Set 2: Dem Bones, No Men in No Man's Land > Everything in its Right Place**, What's the Use > Scents and Subtle Sounds > Prince Caspian > Fluffhead

E: Frankenstein

**debut, FTP

420-Word Quicke Recap: NIGHT 11 LEMON POPPY
by @taopauly

Friday Donut: Lemon Poppy... The final weekend. Tough ticket. Had not seen so many fingers in the air for an MSG show since NYE 2002... Carolina friend flew up for a single show with only clothes on his back and a phone charger. I heard similar stories about deadicated phans who sacrificed insane things to see one show... Irongirl01, my Deadhead big sister, visited from Albany for 2 shows... Opener blues cover by Blind Lemon Jefferson... PYITE > Party Time set the life/lemons/let's make lemonade party theme of the night. Party Time clocked in longer than sloppy Punch... BBFCFM, the lone punk song in Phish' cannon. Darby Crash would be proud. We got a glimpse of what Phish woulda been if Gordo/Fish formed a punk band and Trey/Page left Vermont to start a blues band in NYC with John Popper... Dinner & Movie legit bustout. Fortunate to be at shows whenever it popped up in 3.0. Schwasted aisle-dancer asked if D&M was new song... Ocelot = not wearing shirt... Winterqueen sleepercell sucked in a lot of folks in who normally dismissed the frosty ballad... Bold As Love = Leo crushes covers Volume 117. Surprised Jimi didn't end the set... First Tube always delivered the on the multi-orgo-climax... No Man's Land popped up in the two hole behind a rare a capella second set opener. NMINML got weird enough textually to set up a synthy-Radiohead cover... We've been chasing a Radiohead cover since Festival 8. Everything In It's Right Place was a Top 5 personal moment from BD. Should have seen it coming too with the "sucking on a lemon lyric." When NME tracked down Yorke for a comment on Phish, he deadpanned, "I heard the ladies fancy the piano player"... WTU with Radiohead lemon lyrics punched holes in the fabric of time and space. I had one of those nights when the party favors expedited time and sped it up so fast that the entire show felt like it spanned only 60 minutes... Scents Subtle Sounds sans intro... Could not top the Pitt Caspian from. Glad they didn't try. Been blowing Caspain the fuck up last couple summers, eh?... Fluffhead everyone maniacally waiting for... Page jumped on keytar and ripped funk'd-crack'd-up Frankenstein... Leaving venue, I told my Carolina bud, "You got a Radiohead cover plus Fluffhead at your first-ever MSG show?! Rest of the night was molly-sprinkled biscuits-n-gravy"... 11 down, 2 more to go.

BD SETLISTS: MSG 1 - MSG 2 - MSG 3 - MSG 4 - MSG 5 - MSG 6 - MSG 7 - MSG 8 - MSG 9  - MSG 10

LINKS: PITT - DAYTON - CHI 1 - CHI 2 - CHI 3 - 2017 ALL - 2016 ALL

Wednesday, August 02, 2017

Phish Setlist: Bakers Dozen MSG 10 - 8/2/17 Night 10 - DONUT HOLES

DONUT: Holes

Get your heady holes and lube ready! Night 10 is finally here. Never miss a Wednesday show with an even digit on a month beginning with a vowel. Phish returned for its 10th night of their Baker's Dozen.

The remainder MSG run will be webcast at LivePhish.

For Baker's Dozen coverage, follow @CoventryMusic on Twitter updates and on IG too... @CoventryMusic.

Here's what you missed on Wednesday....
Phish, Baker's Dozen Night 10 - 8.2.17 MSG, NYC

Set 1: Way Down in the Hole**, Buried Alive, Kill Devil Falls, Guyute, I Didn't Know, NICU, Meat, Maze, Ginseng Sullivan, Waiting All Night, Heavy Things, Antelope

Set 2: Mike's Song > O Holy Night**^ > Taste > Wingsuit > Sneaking Sally Through the Alley > Weekapaug

E: A Day in the Life

**debut, FTP
^ performed a capella

420-Word Quickie Recap: NIGHT 10 HOLES
by @taopauly

Wednesday Donut: HOLES... Night 10 Schwilly City all around. Easy to spot heads who did all 10; they had the zombie-wook 4,200-yard stare and had conversations with invisible entities... Pre-party jam session on UWS with two musician friends. Cincy Deadhead crew raged their second show in a row... My Israeli friend G attends one Phish show a year with me. He went weekend 1, had so much fun, that he asked to come again! He loved the dark jams and picked out The Wire cover opener from the first lyric... My section crunk'd. Milesandra from GOT lookalike snuck in fifth of Hennessy with molly bumps chaser. She got a girl from Montana rolling solo next to me schwilly by mid-set. Those two became besties by setbreak... Buried Alive fit the gangster hole theme... Fish vac solo on I Didn't Know... Fishman fucked up Meat segment and made the band play it again with him. He nailed it second time... CK5's Maze lights always a mindfuck... Waiting All Night for some dank jammin' mon!... Entire crowd waiting for a roof-buster. Antelope to the rescue!... Mike's second jam. That's all you need to know... Milesandra offered me a bump at start of Mike's. I asked her what it was. She said, "K." I joked, "Is it Gluten-free?" She called me a pussy and told me to do it. I politely declined. A man in the depths of a 2-week bender needs some boundaries. Besides, I didn't want a shadow monster to burst out of her vag and shank me in the middle of Sneaking Sally... Didn't expect O Holy Night. You could pick out the goys. They were the ones singing along. Got flashbacks from my McCatholic school days... Taste went sideways! I'm loving how they are pushing jams in all directions. Feral ferociousness. Spunout raver girl in spacecat leggings chomped on glowstick, which splattered all over her face like a Pollock painting. I suggested she go to the ladies room to towel off. She kept dancing... Wingsuit lowlight of the monstrous second frame... Anyone who sat down during Wingsuit, jumped up for Sally ass-shaker. Insta-flashbacks of 97 Sally bustout... Dank Weekapug to close the set... Beatles' cover A Day in the Life encore. Holes lyrics got raucous cheer from crowd... Gave a noob-friend of a friend some (REDACTED), which completely enhanced the Phish experience. "I finally know why they call you Dr. Pauly!" he said as he floated out of MSG four feet off the ground... 10 down, 3 to go.

BD SETLISTS: MSG 1 - MSG 2 - MSG 3 - MSG 4 - MSG 5 - MSG 6 - MSG 7 - MSG 8 - MSG 9

LINKS: PITT - DAYTON - CHI 1 - CHI 2 - CHI 3 - 2017 ALL - 2016 ALL

Tuesday, August 01, 2017

Phish Setlist: Bakers Dozen MSG 9 - 8/1/17 Night 9 - MAPLE GLAZE

DONUT: Maple Glaze

The Baker's Dozen continues. Night Nine at MSG. WTF is maple anyway?

The remainder MSG run will be webcast at LivePhish.

For Baker's Dozen coverage, follow @CoventryMusic on Twitter updates and on IG too... @CoventryMusic.

Here's what you missed on Tuesday...
Phish, Baker's Dozen Night 9 - 8.1.17 MSG, NYC

Set 1: O Canada**, Crowd Control, Sugar Shack, When the Circus Comes, Daniel Saw the Stone, Army of One, Wedge, Guleah Papyrus, Maple Leaf Rag** > Guleah Papyrus, McGrupp and the Watchful Hosemasters > Limb By Limb > Walk Away

Set 2: Golden Age, Leaves > Swept Away > Steep > 46 Days > Piper > Possum

E: Rock n Roll Suicide

** debut, FTP

420-Word Quickie Recap: NIGHT 9 MAPLE
by @taopauly

Tuesday Donut: Maple Glaze... Would we fade TTE and its "maple" lyric? I prepared for its arrival and prayed they'd leave it locked up in the basement with Jennifer Dances... Deadhead friends from Cincy arrived for weekday shows. I was finally the youngest person in the crew! The coolest aspect of catching all 13 Baker's Dozen shows is seeing them with different friends catching 2-3 shows at a time. On the flip side, the Cincy crew arrived with fresh legs and hit the ground running, while I dragged ass after eight shows in 10 days. I couldn't keep up... Serious bad back day. I relied on combo of painkillers, Chinese herbs, and sheer will to gut through the show... Phone ran of juice. Thank God! First time in 2 weeks I wasn't bombarded with nonstop messages for the Coventry Hippie Travel Agency, Sportsbook, Nerd Stats and Herbal Apothecary... Wine-drenched cougar with rock size of a golfball wedding ring texted cat emojis back and forth with Trey's wife preshow. She asked me how times I saw Phish. I said, "At least 360." She replied, "Oh, you're one of those freaks!" She then whispered "A capella Oh Canada is gonna be the opener." I dismissed it until Phish opened up with Woodstock-distorted version of Canada's national anthem, while a massive spotlight illuminated the flag hung from the rafters. MSG is also a hockey arena and heard Oh Canada played at NY Rangers games numerous times... I always make small talk with security guards/ushers at Phish shows and inevitably drop a "the circus is in town" joke... Daniel bustout... Page squeezed Scott Jolin's Maple Leaf Rag in the middle of Guleah Papyrus... Sublime McGrupp and those Hosers, eh!.... Octopus drummer on Limb... Sneaky Tweeprise tease in Walk Away. High alert Trey wank factor during homage to Joe Walsh. Leo slays those covers, eh?... Phishkid next to me took his 60-year old father to show. Old guy toked more weed than me and raged Walk Away... Golden Age nod to all the Brooklyn hipsters. Another 20+ deep dong jam... Steep>Swept Away highlight of night for me. More sideways parallel universe jamming. Gordo unleashed bowel-rattling bombastic brown-note. Wonder how many spunions shat themselves?... The threesome (35-min worth) of 46 Days > Piper > Possum capped off the set... Rock n Roll Suicide Bowie cover ended the somewhat short show... No TTE. Huge victory!... Faded all night, but survived the show... 9 down, 4 more to go.

BD SETLISTS: MSG 1 - MSG 2 - MSG 3 - MSG 4 - MSG 5 - MSG 6 - MSG 7 - MSG 8

LINKS: PITT - DAYTON - CHI 1 - CHI 2 - CHI 3 - 2017 ALL - 2016 ALL