SET 1: Stash, The Dogs > Blaze On, Water in the Sky > Ya Mar, Vultures > Roses Are Free, 46 Days > David Bowie
SET 2: The Moma Dance > No Men In No Man's Land -> Steam > Chalk Dust Torture, Fuego > Joy, Suzy Greenberg
ENCORE: Rock and Roll
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Review by AndiAwoke
Tonight was a different tale. Tonight painted a much more nuanced story, across a much wider palette of emotions.
I think tonight I saw a side of them that I'd been ignoring, and better understand what 3.0 excels at.
All of it centered in the NMINML.
That jam tonight – the full 23+ minutes of it, song not-included – took us so many different places
My favorite was... there was this beautiful, encompassing texture that built in eventually, that demanded full surrender. And once we gave in, the harmony shifted: it kept alternating between what appeared to be IV and I... but the I would always hold the four chord's third over as a suspension, which turned it into a vi. And the result...
Alternating hope (IV) and despair (vi)
It was utter heratbreak. For me... it was a story of terrible loss, in the vi, that was forced into the shape of hope in the IV, where the jam eventually emerged
It is very, very rare for me to cry at a Phish show – the last being Wingsuit of the Baker's Dozen, when my mother was in the hospital.
This part of NMINML had me bawling.
As did Joy, when they reprised the same story, the same emotions, but wrapped words around it. I felt it narrating my life.
I never, in a million years, would have thought Joy would be a show-highlight for me. But here we are.
This was a beautiful show. I don't know it will hold up on tape. I don't know if anyone will be moved by it in the same ways I was.
But f*ck if that wasn't encompassingly beautiful to me.