Saturday, February 23, 2013

2013.5 Time Is Only Part Of The Equation

Snapshot: Phish December1997 / January 1998


Phish Food was released days before the now legendary Fall 1997 Tour kicked off, and Phish played David Letterman to promote the product and the tour. It was another move in understanding a growing respect and larger base while still remaining unique and independent. They had done the Clifford Ball and the Great Went. They had sold out MSG, the Spectrum, and Boston Garden.This was no little band from Vermont. That night on Letterman they debuted "Farmhouse" and teased the viewing audience with the opening of "Mike's Song" as the show cut to commercial.  Did they just play Mike's and we didn't get to hear it? What the fuck? What was that new song? They had us in the palms of their hands and were about to unleash a new groove on their audience that elevated the game again and propelled the band into a new spotlight. 

While Phish's sound is morphing and evolving constantly, there was a distinct and intentional change that took place throughout 1997. If you listen to much of their music through 1996 it is all about tension and release. Whether it be the compositions themselves or the jams, there is underlying tension. Within the jams it is usually layered between Fish/Mike chopping up the rythm or Trey/Page offsetting and supporting each other. The end result in many of the earlier jams of Phish was either a breakdown to silence or a cathartic hose. The thing that made them stand alone from a rock perspective was that Trey's signature tones and reverb are so unique that no matter how odd the bed may have been that was created by the other three, Trey would find a way to balance it all. Rythmically, melodically, and harmonically Trey would surf that stretched out band of tension and then rip it with the Languedoc. This was the Phish through 1996. Listen to the YEM from 12/6 (the last theater size show in the US of 1.0 by the way) and hear the gradual and patient buildup of tension. Trey slices it with such perfection when he finally unleashes in the jam. It is primo Anastasio, but also drastically different from the Island Run YEM after a year of 1997 funk in the April of 1998 which is dramatically Mike led with Trey wah-wahing and looping in the shadows until he eventually gives it a run over a full funk jam. People speak of how Phish has more patient jamming in 3.0, and they are more comfortable, but they were confidently patient in the late 1990's. (Both fantastic in my opinion by the way.) They knew they were getting somewhere, and they were determined they were going to make it somewhere exciting and new. There was an obvious level of discontent from the Phish community to all other music. We hated the people who refused to accept the Glory of Phish, yet we wanted it to be our own little secret. The band knew that, and never truly commented about it, but played with a chip on their shoulder and reckless abandon intending to not only disprove the naysayers, but blow their fucking minds out. 


Carlos Santana coined the term "the Hose" to Phish by commenting that the audience is the garden and the music is water, and Phish is the hose. When they are in free form rock and roll mode, there is no better description. The hose changed from 1996 to 1997 also. It changed from a firehose of Trey to a sprinkler of all four members by 1997, not quite as direct and intense when firing, but certainly covering more area at any given moment.

Billy Breathes had been the most recent album, and by 1997 those songs were well settled into the live rotation. A lot of new music had been played in preparation for Story of the Ghost. I was very excited about the potential for Phish's next studio album being that it would be the first since I started following them, and I had heard so many of the songs, but had very little recordings of them. 


Tapes were awesome but still hard to come by in 1997 without a solid source and serious time involved. The only high quality CD Phish was A Live One, and it was recorded in 1994. I had met some tapers, but regularity was questionable, and the timing it took to burn a quality Memorex tape was always a pain. In 1997 Phish released Slip, Stitch, Pass. That was huge at the time. That album represented a major marker in the band time table. The first release with music all from a single show, recorded live in a club in Europe, covering a vast array of Phishy material including covers and teases, and "Mike's Song" for its first official released recording, and the debut of Mike's modulus bass that many have pointed to as one of the strongest factors in developing the funk sound that came out of 1997 and is still so strong today.

Think about that. On January 1, 1998 there were only two officially released high quality "Live" Phish CDs. That being said, their live sound was unquestioned as to what made them so unique and loved by their fans.


Favorites at the time:
Ghost - The symbolic new song representing the ambient funk grooves that infected Phish's style. After I heard the guy behind me say, "It can go anywhere..." during the ambient jam in the Hampton Ghost, I realized that the goal had been achieved in breaking new boundaries not only in their songs, but in carving out their own very unique rocking niche post grunge and vastly different from the Grateful Dead's jams and with an overwhelming joy not found in Pink Floyd's psychedelia.
Halleys / AC/DC Bag - old songs revived by the funk and ambient hose. 
Guyute - the moment of resonance totally blew my mind and is a statement to Trey's talent as a composer for complete arcs and defined themes.
Emotional Rescue - I was 2/2 with Phish playing this new cover - there had been no Halloween shows in 1997, so covers of any sort were welcome, especially this one to me was the perfect song for the new sound and it provided instant satisfaction in the jam.

Best three shows for me musically:
Hampton 11/22, Hampton 11/21, Madison Square Garden 12/30
Full on hose funk and glorious blissful peaks throughout. There isn't much left to be said about these shows. Go listen and enjoy.


Most fun: tied between Hampton and the Gorge. Getting there is half the fun, and 1997 is when Phish laid its claim to these two venues. From this point forth when Phish scheduled shows here, you tried like hell to get there.  


Regrets - none


Sunday, February 17, 2013

2013.4 Your Knight in Shining Armor


December 31, 1997
Phish
Madison Square Garden
New York, NY

Set I:  Emotional Rescue>Ya Mar, My Sweet One>Beauty of My Dreams, Wolfman's Brother, Limb By Limb, The Horse>Silent in the Morning>The Sloth, Fire
Set II:  Timber>Mike's Song, Piper>When the Circus Comes>Roses Are Free>Weekapaug Groove
Set III: 2001>Auld Lang Syne>Tweezer>Maze>Prince Caspian>Loving Cup
E:  New York, New York>Tweezer Reprise


Somewhere between the "Pentagram Harpua" and the lone walk through Times Square at 4:20 that day I got some sleep and privacy. I needed the rest and a break from all of the people in our group and in our hotel room. Oddly enough, the rattle and chaos of the subways provided me with enough alternatives to break up the insanity and turn the page to New Years Eve. I was having fun, but feeling guilty. I was bored, but excited. I was ready to be home, but didn't want to leave. I was ready to wrap up the year in style. The previous two nights of funk and madness had set us up for three final sets of 1997 jams with some big guns still on the shelf.  This had been my first full year of Phish. I was completely addicted to the sound and emotions that this band shared with me. Back at the hotel we finished off our cocktails and ate the last of our mescaline. 

"Don't be afraid, be a friend."


As we entered the arena we all immediately noticed the huge parachute bubble covering the Garden's scoreboard.  We figured it was full of balloons after the 1996 midnight balloon drop, and the previous evening's Harpua story seemed to have been more Trey reaching for randomness than planting any seed. We wondered if it would block some people's view in the back. We were Fish side, second level, even with the soundboard. The people in front of us got engaged moments before the lights went down. The girl I had been partying with had a December 31 birthday. It was celebration time. 

THE SHOW:
Emotional Rescue - no shit! Thank you Phish again. Perfect song to start the show and immediately clear my head - plastering a grin across my face. Kuroda was hitting the fabric hanging in the middle of the arena with lights that added a cool effect. This version was not quite the same as Hampton, but certainly a great space funk jumpstart to the night
Ya Mar - a nice change of vibe from the rescue jam
My Sweet One > Beauty - I would rather them get it out of the way so the funk would be full force
Wolfman's, Limb by Limb - I just remember thinking that Phish is unquestionably the best band on the planet. Nobody, seriously nobody, plays music like this band - vocal jams and funk grooves, odd time signatures and harmonies in canon. At some point during this sequence Kuroda began projecting images onto the globe. They would morph and twist and gooify and burst and resettle. Strange images: udderballs, eggs, olive loaves - the items from Trey's story in "Harpua" floating on the screen above us. So lucky to be here at this time. The mescaline made me feel like king of the garden. 
The Horse>Silent - "I think that this exact thing happened to me, just last year" - "brings me to my knees" - never were words so true.
The Sloth - mean and menacing. The dark side of Gamehendge. 
Fire - Move over, Rover, and let Jimi take over... Trey shreds covers to close sets. It's just what he does. Don't ask questions. 
SETBREAK - I ate more mescaline and hydrated up. Laughing all the way. I believe the crowd was doing "the wave" with excitement as we geared up for the second set. 
Timber - another perfect opener and a nice groove. Timber didn't fit the funk transition, but it was always a favorite of my roommate
Mike's - liftoff. You want Phish blending rock and funk while still keping it danceably psychedelic? Then you want Mike's Song. Although 1997 took some of the evil out of the jam it turned it from driving rock and roll fireworks into the bedrock jam of the evolved Phish funk rock sound 
Piper - hose away. Fun in fifth gear. Kuroda had continued the images on the screen throughout the second set. We were swimming in sound and moving lights and images. You can imagine the dismay. 
Circus>Roses - the ballad/cover segment of the set. I love Circus. "it didn't mean that much..." We kind of had to take a breather after the intensity of the first parts of the set. Roses was still yet to break form, and never being a Ween fan, I used that time to stretch and puff waiting for the opening grooves of
Weekapaug - start/stop dance beats with Trey working the wahwah pedal like his bitch. Dance, sweat, do it some more. Sharing in the groove.
SETBREAK - I just remember having that uneasy feeling associated with wanting the music to start again, but not wanting the show to end. Hurry up and wait. 
2001>ALS>Tweezer - while the ball was dropping on TV just a few blocks away, the funk was exploding throughout the garden - images swirled and warped across the screen, clocks spun forwards and backwards and dripped like a Picasso painting until we hit midnight and the globe opened up dropping massive balloons and beach balls shaped and colored like the images from on the screen and in the "Harpua" story. We popped off the champagne cork and showered our section. We hugged and kissed and celebrated. 
Maze - those fucking show offs
Caspian - I love it when they play this song indoors, the crowd all hits the big "Oooo" harmonic and Trey rocks the shit out of that fat, deep groove. Another fantastic peak in the mescaline ride. 
Loving Cup - another great cover for Trey to shred, and our other roommate's theme song as he had been our friend from the mountain. 
E: New York, New York - arm in arm thousands of us kicked our legs like the Rockettes, only very poorly. We had been to the big city. "We can make it anywhere." What a show. New York never even knew. 
Tweezer Reprise - one last attempt to blow the doors off, and the ultimate exclamation point in the Phish catalog. Happy birthday. Happy New Year. 


Holy shit, we have to go home now?


There was nothing anyone could say or do at this point to change my path. Phish was the most powerful shit I had found, and the best way to satisfy my desire for fun. What had began as an experiment had become a full blown lifestyle. I had accepted a job in New Mexico and not told my friends. After the show, in the cab, I began to cry as I thought about leaving my friends to go far away and work some job I knew nothing about. I changed my mind that night. It wasn't worth it to me. You only live once. 

Saturday, February 2, 2013

2013.3 Brings Me To My Knees

RIFT


The summer of 1994 I moved to the beach with a couple of friends from high school for what was intended to be a Summer of fun and a break before our 4th year of college.  I had been at the University of Mississippi and the University of Memphis, one of them had been an the University of Tennessee, and the other had been at Texas Christian University and Tennessee, but we had all run together as kids and teenagers.

I was into southern rock, psychedelic 60s music, and the popular California chronic rap, as well as the college music of the day. One of the guys was big into Pink Floyd, the Dead, and Panic, and the other was into everything. He loved the Smiths, but we didn't listen to them too much. We all loved the Dead. 

I noticed Phish in the CD tower one day, but it was an album I had not known, and to be honest all I had heard was a little bit of the live bonus tracks off of Junta at some kid's house a few months prior.  The CD was Rift. He also had A Picture of Nectar, but that is a different tale. My friend had bought Rift because he thought Phish was a weird band, and he liked that aspect of it. I just knew it was a band that had been on the neo-hippie radar for a while, but they had never piqued my interest enough to invest the time. I was 20.

As I play back the album now, I hope to find that moment where it first caught my ear and made me ignore everyone else in the room in order to focus on the sounds of the music alone. I did not know it was a concept album before learning a little more, but it didn't take too much diving in to feel the emotion of changing times and relationships that carried throughout. I had just left home for the first time. Leaving for college was like going off to camp. I was still attached. I had now cut the cord. I had left home, most of my friends, and all of college. I had doubts.


We puffed our daily ritual and turned it up. 

Rift - what an interesting first song and overall initial sound to hear. Very different from anything else I was listening to at the time, yet it didn't scare me off. There was a sense of adventure there. Maybe I was looking for it, maybe it just was.

Fast Enough for You - a beautiful song, and a nice resolution from the chaos of Rift. Literally telling you to take a breather and enjoy your time. I think we put that on repeat a few times. 

Lengthwise - the weirdness. The album reminded me of Pink Floyd in a few aspects at this point. The instrumentation, the lyrical twisting, the sound effects, the sense of an emotion rather than a collection of songs was showing in the album

Maze - another perfect transition and more contained chaos. One of Phish' finer studio moments and perhaps the song that pushed me over the edge and committed me to the rest of the album as a whole. 

Sparkle - the way the band as a whole accelerated throughout the song was very cool to me. We repeated this one a few times too.

Horn - I totally melted for this song. I could picture myself in front of my girlfriend's house waiting for her to come out. A small social ritual tucked into a deeply engaging piece of music. It was full of rock sounds, but layered with something much more classy. This was my favorite song so far.

The Wedge - another song that was so out of the box from what I normally listened to, but for some reason sounded like I had been listening to it for years. 

My Friend - such a fiery wall of sound that swells up from this song. I took it immediately as a statement. These guys Have A Sound. The Languedoc screams as Trey brings it to the climax in a way that I had never heard from a guitar, and it comes over such a firmly composed foundation that the sparks and noise and flames fit perfectly. Again, contained chaos. A harnessed dragon.

Weigh - weirdness on a higher level. Slightly eerie, but undeniably funny. A little corny, but catchy and with a subtle groove. Again, this band Has A Sound. I just hadn't pinpointed yet, but I could tell it exists and that it is very different from anything else I was being offered by radio.

All Things Reconsidered - at the time I heard it as weirdness, but after a few listens through the album, I realized it was another window into the band's chops. The music seemed like it came from four totally different players than that from those on the previous tracks, but it still held on to that rowdy, youthful, daring smirk that punctuated everything so far.

Mound - again, I found myself searching for something to compare the music to, but found nothing. Totally original in composition and technique than anything I had heard.

It's Ice - immediately took the reigns as my favorite song on the album. It had mini jams and solos, intuitive lyrics, twists and turns, and more of that propelling sensation within the groove and the composition. 

Lengthwise - this is where the album grabbed me completely. I had enjoyed and been intrigued by the music, the songs, the playing, the lyrics, the transitions - all of it, but when it came back to those restless sleep sounds and the simple ghostly refrain I was sold. I immediately attached Phish with Pink Floyd more than the Dead (which is how my friends had sold them to me). I could associate that they were making very good music that was enjoyable to listen to while inviting the listener to join their game. Were we paying attention, and if so, how much? 

The Horse > Silent in the Morning - one of Phish' prettier pieces and a standout to close the album. After the chaos of the album and the underlying tone and message, this song brings rest with the morning sunrise. Played this one many times at sunrise over the gulf that summer. This was where I first heard the full blissful release of Phish. This was The Sound. I loved the harmonies and vocals in canon, the elegance of the melody, the galloping pace. 


As the year wore on I bought more Phish and listened to it all, but whenever I was by myself in the house or feeling a little down I would turn back to Rift. With more and more listens and examinations of the album cover I started to find connections not only between the songs, but also to my own journey. I had some rifts I left behind and a few arguments over the pace of relationships. I had many rough nights lost in the maze that I thought I would never escape. I had battled my soul and stood by friends during their trials, and I had turned out just fine. 

I would often fall into Pink Floyd and get bent out of shape. Rift was the antidote. Equally as thought provoking, but far less depressing. It actually accepted sadness and used it as a scope from which to view joy. They make each other stronger, and in music of emotion you have to cover both sides. You have to seal the Gap. The Rift.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

2013.2 Catching Myself in Lies

December 30, 1997
Phish
Madison Square Garden
New York, NY

Set I:  Sneakin' Sally Through the Alley, Taste, Water in the Sky>Punch You in the Eye>Stash, Chalk Dust Torture, A Day in the Life
Set II:  AC/DC Bag>McGrupp, Harpua>Im Gonna Be 500 Miles>Harpua>Izabella>Harry Hood>My Soul>Sleeping Monkey>Guyute
E:  Carini>Black Eyed Katy>Sneakin' Salley Through the Alley>Frankenstein


...and we're back.

We had spent the day doing the sites. It was cloudy, but we went to the top of the World Trade Center and gazed into the mist. It was nothing overwhelming because of the weather, but it hit home when they fell that I had been in those buildings before. Who knew at the time?

We met some other Phish fans from the south who hooked us up with a some buds, and we all had drinks at a bar by the hotel before the show, and before we had killed too much time or energy we were nibbling fungus and happy to find that our seats for the night were on the floor just a few rows back, right in front of Mike.


Our group energy was off. A few harsh words and disagreements had splintered our group. My head had drifted during the day; one of the girls in our crew was not my girlfriend, but we had acted otherwise so far in the trip. You try to keep it together, but there comes that moment when the lights go down and the music starts and we are all one in the same. One of my roommates smoked infrequently but chose to this night. We almost lost him. It had been 366 days since the Uberdemon had appeared in the Philly rotation jam show. It had been 1 year since I slept through the show. The timing was obvious, a cosmic hiccup was in the mix, and I was not falling out. This close, this night, these boomers, I was focused on Phish, and all that other shit could kiss my ass. Last year I wondered if I had made good choices in following Phish. This year I was wondering if the mistake was bringing the crew I had brought.


THE SHOW:
Sneakin Sally - seriously? Where had this been hiding all fall? And what are these lyrics about cheating on your woman?
Taste - tight and snarling
Water in the sky - I was pulling my roommate off the floor as the weed hit him way too hard
PYITE - got me back into the goove of the show. Good musical energy so far
Stash - Trey took it way out of the box. We were covering all nuances of Phish now
Chalk Dust - Trey rocking out, Fish upping the tempo
ADITL - are they talking to me? Just another day in the Phish life hanging around the big apple
SETBREAK - I stayed put, pretty smushed. The girls brought water, beer, and snacks. All prior BS was forgotten and we were having fun as a group. Our friend survived his fallout and was back in the game. We wanted fun.
ACDC Bag - not as ambient, but full of the same funky grooves from Hampton - let the dancing commence
McGrupp - my first time with this little doggie - I always enjoy the Gamehendge pieces, and at this time had not seen them all live, so each one held a place for me, but the jam loses the party groove
Harpua - Oom Pa Mother Fuckin Pa! - the story wandered from its traditional roots of Harpua vs Poster and Jimmy, and Trey told of his grade school playground, Land of the Lost, pentagrams, olive loafs, udder balls, and an odd assortment of shit that eventually brought us to the future ghost of Tom Marshall who appeared from the fog and sang I Will be 500 Miles in the midst of the story. It wasn't as absurd as the Uberdemon, but it was fun and confusing and I love the "DOG" harmonic at the song's coda
Izabella - Perhaps my favorite cover in the Phish book, Trey goes bananas
Harry Hood - you can feel good. My guilt had waned. I was back on the girl. 
My Soul > Sleeping Monkey yeah, about that.
Guyute - it didn't sneak up on me like the Hampton version, but it was equally blissful at the climax. 
E: Carini - I had a couple of tapes from Europe Spring Tour and had heard "Lucy With the Lumpy Head" but it had been left out of the rotation in the states, and I had forgotten about it.  The riff was magnetic and you couldn't escape it. We all thrashed around the Garden as Phish worked out the kinks to this new funk/metal monster
BEK - the magic groove - Trey had mentioned the fines levied for playing past curfew and that the band was paying it and playing on through. He encouraged us to feel how the floor bounced because it was actually several stories up in the building itself. You can feel it swell like a wave as the bass and drums pulse. Awesome!
Sneakin Sally - some phans had missed the opener due to usher issues. This was for them. We were happy hearing it again.
Frankenstein - ominous and rocking as usual, but taken for a true Phish spin with vacuum solo madness as the night wound out. 


Another great night, and we had managed to keep it together. Again we stormed into the Manhattan night practically unnoticed. We stopped for a few beers and realized our post show energy wasn't exactly welcomed at the bar we were in, so we made our way back to the room for a night cap and rest. We had New Year's Eve still to come. 

 


Friday, January 11, 2013

2013.1 Kneel Down and Kiss the Earth

December 29, 1997
Phish
Madison Square Garden
New York, NY

Set I: NICU>Golgi Apparatus>Crossroads, CTB, Train Song, Theme From the Bottom>Fluffhead, Dirt, Run Like an Antelope
Set II: Down With Disease>David Bowie>Possum, Tube, YEM
E: Good Times, Bad Times


My life had changed after Hampton. Phish had turned from fun musical adventures to religious soul touching journeys.
Music was now a tangible, holdable, tasteable object. I felt it flow through me. Hampton had shown that the band brought a new philosophy to playing and interacting that changed the music. What had been fun psychedelic rock with some twists and turns was now a wide open musical being. Phish was merely the messenger transmitting the voice of the divine. 


This would be my first true trip to New York City. We had passed through on train in the midst of the previous New Year's run as we went from Philly to Boston, but we never even got off the train. The crew with us had changed as it was now my two roommates and I along with two of the girls from Memphis who worked with us. One of the girls hooked us up with cheap hotel rooms blocks from the garden, and we had once again taken full advantage of the Memphis 24 hour postal office to secure tickets via mail order. 

We arrived on the 28th, skipping the show in Washington, DC in order to be settled in and save a few bucks. We spent that night walking around the Big Apple looking for good music or cheap drinks. We found neither. It would still be a few years before the scene would develop pre and post show meetups and parties, so we were just looking for hippies and hoping to find common fans.  

We spent the day of the 29th in Central Park taking in the massive lawns tucked into the urban jungle. The trees with no leaves reminded me of tapers stands in a venue. I had Phish on my mind.  

Getting into the venue was a little hectic as many people who didnt have tickets were trying to sneak in, and the general staff was overwhelmed with disdain towards the Phish crowd in general.  We were not the Rangers or Knicks fans that they were used to seeing.


Tickets by mail had again placed all of us together, and we ran into some other friends we did not expect to see as we reached our seats. We were high up in the arena, Fish side. We commented that MSG inside looked exactly like Hampton's big brother. Huge open space. Good times.

THE SHOW:
NICU - no surprises here, whenever this one opens I feel like it's an audience soundcheck. 
Golgi - energy kicked up a notch. Moving along nicely. 
Crossroads - Clapton cover - a first for me and another great cover outlet for Trey to show his chops. 
CTB - jazzy interlude - a flash back to my first song and first show
Train Song - always welcome
Theme - energy rising
Fluffhead - cant go wrong here
Dirt - a dose of lyrical wizardry - thank you Tom, I quote this song often
Antelope - solid closer for a solid set
SETBREAK we walked around the garden and loaded up on beer - one of the girls had never even listened to Phish - she was a happy camper - we were all feeling out the group and the scene and relatively sober, so the hijinks remained tame, however the music was constantly moving forward. That sense you get from Phish that feels like you are being propelled forward within the wave of music was building throughout the set. Some wonderful coule in the row behind us smoked us out and we hugged thankfully as the lights dropped again
DWD - never fails as a set 2 opener to get the energy moving and let the band open up and jam
Bowie - ripped a hole in the space time continuum. New Years run Bowie's never fall short
Possum - nice up tempo jamming with some Blues Brothers riffs thrown in. My favorite Possum to that point
Tube- my first, and a song resurrected in the funk revival of 1997. The jam kept intensifying while staying funky. I asked the dude next to me what song it was - he spelled it out "TOOB" - this was the best representative of the newest sound in the Phish arsenal, and I was happy to see that we were embracing this psychedelic dance groove. 
YEM - I watch this video often and use it to show my non-Phish friends how talented the band is.  Mike owns the funk and Trey shies away from soloing and supports him. Eventually he can't hold back and dives in full force for another glorious peak
E: GTBT - if you like Phish and not Zeppelin you are an enigma to me. Raging guitar screaming through the Garden and sheer joy flowing through us


The second set was top notch Phish. Long jams with experimentation throughout, danceable grooves that kept digging deeper, teases and covers, and a stellar YEM to sum up the year.

We strolled out of MSG almost expecting all of New York to be looking at us as if asking, "what the hell just happened in there and why did we not know?" but that's the thing about New York. Within five steps out of the Garden you become another body in the masses just trying to get to the next place.  The secret was alive, even though it was a sell out in Madison Square Garden we felt like nobody but the Phish crew was actually enjoying themselves, and we were so happy to be on the right side of the grand curtain of life.  

Ken Kesey once said about Jerry Garcia that Jerry had the ability to musically carve enough of the bullshit away to show you a brief sparkof the light.  I accepted that night that Phish was doing that for me.

Monday, December 17, 2012

2012.12 I Feel I Never Told You

November 21/22, 1997
Phish
Hampton Coliseum
Hampton, VA

Set I:  Emotional Rescue>Split Open and Melt, Beauty of My Dreams, Dogs Stole Things, Punch You in the Eye>Lawn Boy>Chalk Dust Torture, Prince Caspian
Set II:  Ghost>AC/DC Bag>Slave to the Traffic Light, Loving Cup
E:  Guyute


Trey from the stage at Hampton Coliseum on October 25, 1996:
 "Sometimes people ask me what the best rooms we play in are -- this is pretty much it for me, just so you know. Good sound, everybody gets to go where they want on the floor. Can't beat it."
When Fall 1997 Tour was announced we focused on Hampton weekend based on that quote. We had gained a new room mate over the Summer who had moved to Memphis from the beach to check out life in the Bluff City. His birthday was the same weekend. This would be my first Phish road trip bringing a new face instead of being the new face. He had seen Phish in the early 90's in Colorado, but we had never been to a show together. We were infamous for fun times, and the stars aligned for us as we all got sucked into Mothership Hampton.


We gathered the usual suspects and left mid week to make for easy travel and some camping time in Goshen Park in Virginia as well as a visit with some friends in Lexington.  


As the day of the shows neared, we had friends reporting back to us about the new jamming style of space funk and techno rock and other odd descriptions of Phish's new sound. I had been through a year of preparation. I knew the game. I had seen the rotation jams, been to New Years Eve, partied under the stars at the Gorge. I thought I knew what was up. 

Indoor shows and outdoor shows are vastly different experiences. First and foremost, Kuroda - completely involved from the first note indoors while outdoors his extra layer doesn't have the impact, and in some cases doesn't matter until the second set due to sunlight. A close second factor is the sound - the soundwaves indoors stay on top of the audience, you can feel the bass in your face, the snare drum echoes off the back wall of the arena, but outdoors the sound moves with the wind and tends to float along, and the band plays differently to these dynamics. Third is the weather/lot - at this point my knowledge included Boston and Philly in December and the Gorge in July, so the outdoor party vibe on the side of the canyon reigned king, but the nervous energy outside of an indoor show right beore show time is an equally intense rush. 

Indoor vs outdoor show comparison is like M&Ms vs Starburst, they are both awesome while being totally different. 

The first thing we encountered rolling into Hampton, VA was the traffic. We got off the exit ramp and stopped for almost two hours. I was starting to learn that Phish shows cause traffic problems, and there will be delays.  We had the music cranked and drank Lowenbrau (just because) while making laser beam sounds on the mini-flextone that made the trip with us. We parked at the printed show time and quickly went straight to the gates and climbed aboard the Mothership.


NIGHT 1:
SET 1: Emotional Rescue - a Stones cover, and another debut - I had always liked the disco dance vibe of this song, and the lyrics were appropriate considering the release that broke through the arena as the music began. We never saw the jam coming. Within 10 minutes we were dancing to new fatter, bouncier grooves than before, and Trey was tickling the funk while unleashing layers upon layers of new effects. My room mate, not the biggest dancer, poked me while grinning, "first song". Holy Shit this is a good sign.
Split - we're doomed! - the funk seeped into the evil of split and as the band drove the song out of the box it remained anchored in funk. Awesomeness.
Beauty,Dogs - we want the funk
PYITE - the driving groove and "hey!" chant picked us back up
Lawn Boy - dont forget to be silly
Chalk Dust - our other room mate's birthday jam - he is older than us, so the youth angst was fitting for him. There was a moment as Trey began his solo where he reached down and pushed his sleeves up from the wrists to his elbows; our friend nudged me and noted that Trey meant business - the bar was being raised right in front of us. 
Caspian - the whole band really dove into his one, a powerful closer with a melodic jam that truly sucked the crowd in and Trey knew it. As the jam wound to the end Trey left his loops on sending sheets of sound out in all directions as Kuroda flickered away the lights and the band left the stage before the applause could be heard over the resonating guitar. It was a statement. Phish knew they were in the zone, and the crowd knew it as well. The message was clear. This was business. It's on.
SETBREAK involved some brief shuffling around for space in the general admission arena. We moved from the middle to just a few rows back, Fishman side. We were right in front of the stairs the band walks up to get on the stage. We were having tons of fun and making noises with the flextone to the confusion and pleasure of those nearby. As the lights went down and the band came back, I rattled the flextone as Fishman passed. He stopped and looked. He smiled and laughed, pointing at us as he climbed the steps.
SET 2: Ghost - this is where the 1997 FUNK infected me. It melted into a glorious ambient jam. It was everything and nothing all at once. Yin and Yang. Zen. I heard the guy behind me say to his friend at one point, "it can go anywhere from here.". That statement summed up what Fall 1997 became to me. Phish could jam the fuck out of any song, at any time, in any style and for however long they chose. And it would find a way to the glory.  
AC/DC Bag - where it went and stayed in the funk - no band even dared play this way. Thank you, Phish.
Slave - a triumphant and fitting journey after the travel and traffic and eventual sonic orgasm that had occurred.
Loving Cup - I had heard this at the Gorge, but indoors and following the hour of space funk jams, this version had Trey digging into the 'Doc and really making it scream. I had not heard him go this deep before. I had almost forgotten how bad ass he was because the show had been such a complete jamathon. He reminded me.
E: Guyute - played at my snoozer show and not in rotation in my tape collection. I was about the third row. When the tension resolves after the middle section (you know the part) my brain exploded. The beautiful buzz, the traffic, the funk jams all peaked into those few notes. I lept with joy and then cried laughing. 

We have another day of this? 

Luckiest man on Earth.


SET I:  Mike's Song>I am Hydrogen>Weekapaug Groove, Harry Hood>Train Song, Billy Breathes, Frankenstein>Izabella
SET II:  Halley's Comet>Tweezer>Moma Dance>Piper>Run Like an Antelope
E:  Bouncing Around the Room

We stayed up late and slept late. We ate bar food and wandered the lots. It was cold. We were teetering on the line of fun and too much fun. We had been into the Mothership. We went back for more.

NIGHT 2
SET 1: Mike's Groove - Holy Fucking Shitballs, Batman!  It's like we never left last night. The funk and grooves just don't stop coming out of everywhere.
Harry Hood - liftoff
Train Song, Billy Breathes - quality landing point after the opening sequence. Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
Frankenstein>Izabella - the guitar rock cover portion of the show. Trey brought the same fire from Loving Cup last night to both of these tonight. This was my first Izabella, and I beg that it return to the rotation. A great vehicle for the whole band to rip it, and a good opportunity to hear Fishman hooing and approving the fireworks. More than anything, it's a great song for Trey to go Jimi all over the place. 
SETBREAK: that feeling of knowing we were leaving began to creep in to my head. I did not want this fun to ever end. The first three sets had blown the doors down and rewritten the possibilities of Phish. The final set was upon us. The crowd was rallying for an attempt to revive "Destiny Unbound"
SET 2: Human Sacrifice portion of the show - Trey acknowledged the "Destiny" attempt, but clearly wasn't going to play the song. Mike stepped to his mic.
Halley's - a first for me, and the vocal beginning took me by surprise, but the jam became the "stay on F!" jam that we all know and love - same new style, getting better
Tweezer>Moma - the deepest, darkest funk I had ever immersed myself into, and the happiest dancing my body had ever known
Piper>Antelope - unbelieveable amounts of energy - the Hose was on full blast. Phish.
E: Bouncing - the moment the song began our friend hung his head and grunted, "CONSPIRACY!!"  - the best two nights of two set Phish ended with Bouncing. We got it. We laughed. We made flextone noises and walked to the lots.

Everything was different now. It was like the jump from schwag to dank, mushrooms to mescaline. We couldn't go back. This band and this music and this feeling was just the fucking best. It all happened at the Mothership.

Time to start planning for New Year's Eve again.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

2012.11 No Future At All

August 6, 1997
Phish
Riverport Amphitheater
St. Louis, MO

Set I:  NICU>Stash, Beauty of My Dreams, Twist>2001>AC/DC Bag, Ya Mar, You Enjoy Myself
Set II: Runaway Jim>My Soul, Ghost, Prince Caspian>Cars Trucks Buses>Sample in a Jar, Run Like an Antelope  E: Julius



Exactly 2000 miles. Monday 12:00 AM Pacific until Wednesday 3:00 PM Central. Lots of shitty sleep in the car and a brief pit stop in Kansas where we met some kids prepping their veggie burritos for the show. I would say they did not pass health code, but who am I to judge? I was happy to be in the traffic to the lot. Nothing like the line into the Gorge, and once we parked the wide open freedom of the Gorge was noticeably half a continent behind us. 

This was the show where my roommate met his future girlfriend, and I met a group of Memphian heads whom I did not know before. They were doing Riverport through Limestone, and we shared stories and excitement as we gathered in the lots before the show. 

Meandering in, I became misty eyed with the realization that this was it for a while. I was jumping off the fun train and going home. I had seen so much that had been previously unimaginable. I had laughed harder than ever before. I had grown immensely. I missed my dog. I was sleepy and low on energy and even considered just chilling out near the back and watching the show. Security was tighter than the Gorge, and I was still in the West Coast state of mind. At the last step, I turned and tucked a bag of sugar cubes and doobies into my shorts. The security guard saw me. She smiled as she patted right over the stuff, and simultaneously the person in the next aisle was thrown around while having a pipe pulled off of them. I had been very lucky. I decided to get rid of those cubes, so I ate them before I got to the seats. 


THE SHOW:
NICU>Stash - nice opening combo covered lots of ground and set the tone
Beauty - a summertime throwaway and a hint of frustration as the cubes were taking hold but the music just sputtering
Twist>2001>AC/DC Bag - winning! A nice funk-jamming sunset that really kicked my buzz into the stratosphere. I began a flirtatious conversation with the usher while dancing by her. She had never heard of Phish, got lost in the fun, and had practically quit her post to party with us.
Ya Mar - great settling point
YEM - go funk yourself. Out

Setbreak we grabbed a beer and chatted with our Memphis friends before going back to the seats. The usher guided us down to the floor/pit area and told the other crew we were cool. Ended up third row, right in front of Trey. Thank you, hot little usher lady. I hope you have been to see more Phish and had some fun.

Runaway Jim>My Soul no memory of this as we were making our way closer to the source
Ghost - groovalicious
Caspian>CTB>Sample - a nice sequence, but better built for a first set. My tired body was pulling me down. There was a guy out cold in the seat in front of me. I pointed this out to my roommate who reminded me that I had done the same in Boston last New Years Run.
Antelope - the first time I wondered if CK5 was guiding the jam. The colors blended with the sounds and moved with the emotions in a way that is only Phish. 
Julius - always a nice powerful exclamation point on a show. 


I was smiling until I fell asleep somewhere through Arkansas and woke up to the sun rising over downtown Memphis as we came back home to Tennessee.



I had now seen Phish do New Year's Eve in the Northeast. I had seen them outdoors in the unbridled glory of the Western desert. I had seen them indoors and out on both sides of the country and driven, flew, ferried, and rode by train chasing this band and the feeling I had only found listening to them play live. All in 9 months. One might think I would have had my fill by now, but clearly I was just getting started.