Nothing better than Fall Phish in the Northeast. This may as well be submitted as fact for the Encyclopedias of tomorrow. It's funny and amazing what 9 years away from the table can make you forget, and what half an hour back can make you remember.
Phish playing at the Wachovia was like finding a phone number under the pillow, too tempting not to call back. 10 miles from my desk. I had to go. And I went in blind, expecting nothing more than the slight buzz I made sure swirled in my Broad Street appropriate plastic cup. Foolish.
"Chalkdust Torture" kicked off the evening, the band all-smiles and Trey sporting a Flyers jersey, and soloed it's way to a "Bathtub Gin" that had the effect of both parts, warming and intoxicating the crowd. Then, bananas. In response to an upfront fan wielding a giant sign, Phish dropped into "Cities", the rare Talking Heads gem, that included altered lyrics "Do I smell home cooking... it's only Thanksgiving." "Camel Walk" stunned the already stunned, and issued the 'buckle up' statement to the entire room, all of whom were having way too much fun to heed. The band was visibly enjoying themselves, riding the wave of simple swagger that perfection of these seldom played tunes offered. Full Review After the Jump.... Get Some
