Trey introduced the band during Llama before encouraging the audience to clap along with him. He slapped himself on the forehead and encouraged fans to slap the foreheads of the person next to them.
Trey introduced the band during Llama (including Fish as 'Bob Weaver') before encouraging the audience to clap along with him. He slapped himself on the forehead and encouraged fans to slap the foreheads of the person next to them, but few did. Piper was unfinished and morphed into the debut of Guy Forget, which contained a "will the good lord save or will I dance on grave" quote and a San-Ho-Zay tease from Trey. Guy Forget had been previously performed in soundchecks. Piper and Camel Walk from this gig are included as filler on the Live in Vegas DVD.
I cannot believe we made this show! I stayed up for 66 out of the 72 hours we spent in Vegas. The whole thing, the enormity and the gravity of the hiatus and of the weekend hit me/us like tons of bricks during the late night Les Claypool show at Mandalay. I left somewhere after the 2nd set started and before the Oysterhead reunion. I needed sleep and m&ms- which I procured in the bowels of the Mandalay- after briefly regaining my conscious self during the walk out. Even now, I can't fathom waking up and going for it again for 9/30/00. The Walfredo, Curtain With, Timber, Bag, Mockingbird and Emotional Rescue were the Steak Diane of the day.
What to do on the next day? For one, get on a plane and struggle out of McCarran Airfield. We bobbed, weaved and tip winged our way out of Sin City and into the friendly confines of Sky Harbor in 45 long, harrowing minutes. I looked across at our seat mates (must've been Southwest Air because we were facing each other), and we both, eyebrow raised, questioned our ability to make it out of the battleground turf of Vegas. The same place that produced a dozen bustouts, a narration, a duel and late night reunions.
However, we can't let that stop us. Arriving in Phoenix and driving 10 minutes to my girlfriend's apartment was divine. We reminisced over Vegas, ate some takeout, took a nap and then started to recharge for a never-miss-a-Sunday-show Sunday show. The place was 1/2 sold at best. We had 11th row DFC and the crew that had chosen driving over flying were in rough shape. That said, we had 20 PHX people in a couple of rows surrounding. Reunion time!
First Tube started it off and it was it's typical screaming future wailing music self. Good stuff.
Wolfman's was fine, if forgettable, too lax for the weekend past, too pedestrian for the moment.
Beauty was kind of the kick-in-the-pants necessary. The "I don't care if you've had 6 hrs of sleep in three days this bluegrass will get you up." Go ahead hit me with the breakup songs. Pour some salt on the wounds, Phish.
I was wearing the Vultures/LA Dodgers shirt-and yeah, sure Trey looked at me in the moment before and then they played it. I'll buy that theory. Either way I was jumping for joy! Vultures! Brooding, evil, peck out the skulls of the freaks who didn't take naps.
The Llama...I played along and slapped the friends who didn't fly back to PHX as instructed by Trey. What a surreal, wake up from the dream of Vegas moment.
The Jim, maybe Gypsy Queen, but I had full on Free Thought/Mozambique running through my headfull.
I think I just sat at the break. It was my last break before the REAL break of the hiatus.
Piper went strange quick. I remember a brah in the section after the show saying "no man, they were saying God forgets." Ugh. The segue into Circus was buttery.
The Camel Walk was the best ever.
Bowie had Trey falling down and Page playing the ending chords. Weird.
Waste. Off I go for the next two years. Thanks, Phish for the whole thing. What a thing, this is and was.
I drove home to my apartment in the western part of town, woke up and went back to work in the morning raising money and relating publicly to people like nothing had happened, not the Kid Rock thing, not Forbin's, not the plane ride and certainly not the Piper>Guy Forget>Circus as the normal, everyday folks don't want any part of that. But I did, and it was lovely.
My 50th show and last of 1.0. I was pretty tired from the 2 previous crazy nights in Vegas but upon relisten this really is a Grater show. Guy Forget debut, finally after all those soundchecks. I remember being in the concession area listening to Roses are Free and my buddy Vegus dropping a golf ball size chunk of hash and 3 rowsof people looking for it.... We found it! i like this venue, saw them there in 97 as well.
It should be included in the show/setlist notes that for a good 5 minutes in the Guy Forget jam, Trey played on mini-keyboard. Insane Piper->Guy Forget though, one of my all time favorite Pipers. This jam was completely owned by Fish though, he really glued this one together.
After the craziness of two epic shows in Las Vegas, this show feels like the deep, satisfied exhale to the weekend.
I really enjoy the Vultures, Josie Wales and Billy Breathes trio, and the Runaway Jim to end the first set is pretty fiery.
Piper and the jam of Guy Forget is the highlight of the second set to be sure. Fish's patient drumming in the jam holds it together, as mentioned above. Camel Walk is always nice, and Waste seems pretty appropriate here, with just four shows left til Phish called it quits. For a while, anyways.
The 7 times ending of Bowie was awesome.
The slapping the person next to you remark was great cause so many people were so hurting from Vegas the 2 nights before. There was a girl sleeping in her seat the whole show. Yes slap the person next you!!!
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