What a fun night at the tennis stadium in Queens. My first show of the summer, there was much excitement.

Queens deserved a show! Its the best part of NYC lets face it.

The Moma Dance got the groove going right away. Mr and Mrs. Met made a grand grand appearance to the delight of the sun soaked crowd, and they got down.

Rift was a crowd favorite, and kept the energy high into yet again another keeper version of Sigma Oasis - and possum followed to keep everything high energy.

The Wolfmans was a standout, excellent version. You cant go wrong. Stash was standard, as was Blaze On. Monsters is just such a treat. Trey hit the nail on the head when he made that song, so sick and deep. And a walrus to cap us off getting nice and weird. Solid set.

2nd set gives us the fireworks. Carini was a splendid affair, that jam went to great depths and the transition to Tweezer was flawless.My section was ready to rock, and the version delivered for us. WGTYM also got a sick jam, capping off a three way of divine jamming.

Yeah I dont hate Life Beyond the Dream at all. but ill be honest. if thats subbed out for something else people would clamor over this show more.

Harry Hood fucking rocked. The stadium ate it up, myself included. A little extra oomph on that one.

Okay the whole damn world predicted an Ozzy tribute - Iron Man wasnt played in 666 days and lets face it - it would have been sick to do it. It didnt happen and we got a triple encore of standard fare. It was a slight disappointment but maybe it was an unrealistic ask.

Once again Phish played a very good show with alot to relisten to in the future. I loved the venue and pray it can stay in the rotation, Forest Hills is beautiful.

Cannot wait for night 2, to be around this amazing community and its people again, to hear more ethereal jamming and have our faces melted.

Sweet Leaf > Meet the Mets ???

I was surprised they didn't play any Ozzy, but they did play him as we were leaving, so some kind of acknowledgment was given.

It wasn't the best show I've been to, but not the worst. Mr. & Mrs. Met showing up during Moma was pretty cool. You can never go wrong with a Moma opener. There was plenty of high energy songs in the first set from Moma, Rift, Wolfman's and Possum. The small venue was hopping as the sun was setting through the I Am the Walrus set closer.

Set break was short and everyone was rushing back to their seats as Carini started and went on for the next 28 minutes into Tweezer. I turned to my friend and said it could be a 2 song set. Instead, we got some low energy songs with WGTYM and A Life Beyond the Dream. A rushed Hood closed out the 2nd set.

Surely, they'd play Ozzy/Sabbath in the encore. They had almost 20 minutes until curfew. Instead we got Traffic Light, More and TweePrise with Trey dancing on the front of the stage an batting balloons with his guitar.

Forest Hills was a smaller venue than I was expecting and it made for a much more intimate show. Because of the 10:00 curfew, the sun was still out when Set 2 started. We didn't get the full CK5 experience until midway through the set. Just have to remember that not every show has to be festival or MSG size. The song selection wasn't great, but at least it wasn't filled with covers. I took a walk during Blaze On and Monsters. I'm glad I made it back in time for Walrus, though. After the 28 minute Carini, the rest of the show felt like it was rushed to fit in the time and they still finished at 9:55.

The first set felt like the band and the audience was getting used to the daytime, hence a bit awkward. it felt more like a festival set than anything, and they never really locked in. some good song selections though but i couldnt really lose myself or shake off the sleepiness feeling. i hoped for a bit more in set two, and was able to go to the bathroom and get refill water during Monsters and made it back for I Am The Walrus set closer, ironically one of OZzy's favorite beatles songs.

The second set began with a really strong 30 min improvisation on Carini and then morphed into Tweezer, which made the room freak out. the energy in the stadium was palpable. we were about 5 rows dead center of the soundboard and the sound was surreal, lots of amazing synthesizer work and bass response. the drums were perfectly balanced and i felt like i was inside of the ride cymbal. at one point i looked back and there was a direct energy line behind me, everyone was accounted for and not talking, dancing and completely locked into the music. My friends and and i had a really nice dancing zone going and plenty of room to move. it was a wildly inspiring set. Tweeprise to fully seal the deal.

No bustouts. No setlist notes. No fan servicing. Walkout music was “mama I’m coming home”, and mama, I made it back to my apartment central BK in under an hour after the last notes rang out.

Whelp, I tell ya hwhat: the rumors about them this tour are true. They are a band alight, fanning each other for the oxygen their respective fires need to keep going. An ageless tour de force locked in for its first show at a century-old tennis arena, the Vermonters not about to let us down. With the death of Ozzy Osbourne earlier in the day looming, the band took the stage.

With both of Trey and Fish sporting sunglasses, given the sun directly setting in their line of vision, the band set out for its maiden Forest Hills journey, nervous locals and overzealous balloon vendors be damned. Moma hit appropriately, with the following Rift cleaning up nicely as well; an expansive Sigma Oasis gave way to a Possum that lit the floor on fire, glow sticks shooting in every direction. Wolfman’s Brother featured some obligatory grooving, which the following Stash built upon in its several-minute samba around the climax. Blaze On and Monsters fit the bill well enough, but it felt like they were holding out for something. Ah, hmm, wut? “I Am The Walrus,” a marvelous pull of a cover to close the set (a slight nod to the recently-reunited Oasis, given they cover that song as well? Bucket hats of the world: unite!).

Following a roller coaster of a first set, there was no better to get people out of the seltzer line and back to their spot than with a nearly half-hour long “Carini.” When people joke about asking what song is even happening after eight or nine minutes of a particular band’s jam, it is typically derisive and reductive; that said, I’m here to tell you that I had to repeatedly remind myself what song was happening, or at least what its origin story was, in the best possible way. Top display out of that one.

Out of those ashes arose, after much teasing, there it was: “Tweezer.” I thought for sure that I was re-living several NYE runs and parts of others when they kept hinting at the monster in the first set, but then they broke it out of the box for a steamy spin. WGTYM and ALBTD felt like re-centering, a serve-and-volley rather than the full power. The set-closing, colossal Hood subverted that notion.

Slave->More->Tweeprise was a predictable yet enjoyable run for the encore; by my check, the band dutifully finished up a few minutes before 10 pm. Encountering the balloons right after one of the better shows in recent memory during one of the better nights weather-wise in recent memory: there’s gotta be something more than this.

What a debut. Can’t wait for night two.