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mgolia6 Thanks for the write up. Interesting take on the show. Not sure how much of a party set, set one was. Soul Shakedown typically shows up in a set where the band is feeling it. Much like a cool it down is a nod to the straight fire that preceded it. Soul shakedown party is the bands affirmation that all cylinders are firing.

Trey was nails on his composed sections and the whole band interplay brought even the minutest of jamming into beautiful soundscape territory. Reba was tight with a really soaring exploratory section. SOAM turned dark and ominous quickly and stayed in that territory for much of its jam.

Didn’t get much a feel for the music through the write up as much as a feel for the experience, which I can appreciate. Sand, crowds, darkness, seagulls, fireworks, a dick with dick in hand, couldn’t tell if you had fun at the show though. Maybe that was the dry sense of humor that sort of felt more jaded than appreciative.

I don’t even think you could SaSS ripcorded. It didn’t even get going and I have to imagine that there was a reason that happened and can appreciate abort mission over meandering aimless jams, which could have been Treys fear. That’s my opinion. Sure there are others.

Drowned just plain destroyed. Second set didn’t need that SaSS to elevate it, methinks. Ghost kept with the themes of tour with effects laden alien apocalyptic sonic brilliance. The layers and textures being constructed in these jams night in and night out really showcase the patience and focus of Phish right now.

I do appreciate your perspective and the effort to put this together.


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