Jiggs has clearly been inspired by Phish’s halloween set in Vegas. He has created They Attack movie poster and shirts, and also Your Trip is Short posters and post cards Check out Jigg’s Lot store for more!
Here is his newest creation – Your Pet Cat Shirts!
These will be a four color front, and one color back. Gildan long (style 2400) and short sleeves (style 2000) will be 50/50 cotton poly Ultras, front pocket hoodies are a 50/50 blend (style 18500), and Ladies are Gildan junior fit (style 64000) , all printed on Dark Heather.
Order will be open for one week, starting now. Orders will close on Thursday, November 20th around noon, so the shirts can be ordered that afternoon. I will only print what is ordered. Those who have ordered from me before on a pre-order know how this works, but for anyone who has not; The shirts do not get ordered until the pre-order ends. So, please allow time for this, and for your garment to be printed.
Pricing & Sizes:
Short Sleeve Men’s – S, M, L, XL $18 2XL, 3XL $19
Short Sleeve Women’s – S, M, L $18 2XL $19
Long Sleeve – S, M, L $21 XL, 2XL $22
Hoodie – S, M, L $37 XL, 2XL $39
Pricing does not include shipping. Pre-order here!
Jiggs is planning on starting shipping on Monday, 11/24.
Michael Hunt made his first ever poster for Dick’s 2014 and has this to say about his art:
This is my first time diving into the design of a print for any music event. I have been an avid collector of concert posters for many years and creating one of my own has always been something I’ve been interested in. I finally decided to take a go at designing my own print for the Phish shows in Colorado and watching this concept go from an idea, to evolve in design and then see printed to a quality that I am satisfied with has been quite the journey. I hope you enjoy the finished product as much as I do.
These posters are 12×18, digital prints, printed on #100 Cover paper with a Matte Finish. A limited edition of 150, Signed & Numbered, these prints cost $20 + $8 Shipping. Click here to buy
This article was originally published in the Fall 2010 edition of Surrender to the Flow Magazine. All rights reserved. Used with Permission.
Phish is celebrating their 30th year in 2013, but they are also passing a certain milestone – 25 years since the release of their first album Junta, which makes them eligible for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, Ohio. Voting takes place this fall among a committee headed by Rolling Stone founder/publisher Jann Wenner. This past year’s inductees – Rush, Public Enemy and Heart, among others – were announced in December 11th, 2012. Expect an announcement on or around December 10th with Phish and Nirvana leading a class that includes notable acts such as Fugazi, The Offspring, Widespread Panic, De La Soul, Fugazi and Keith Richards.
But does Phish merit inclusion in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, on the first ballot? I’ll give you the argument in favor of such a prestigious honor, and you can debate among friends if they will be voted in, coincidentally, right around their 30th anniversary.
First, who is it that votes bands, musicians, songwriters and industry executive into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame? Good question! There are 30-35 music industry individuals voting on induction. This includes musicians, writers, critics, managers, historians in this wide array of individuals with expertise across the musical spectrum.
Second, are they even eligible? Yes, this is the first year Phish is eligible. The criteria from the Rock Hall states:
To be eligible for induction as an artist (as a performer, composer, or musician) into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the artist must have released a record, in the generally accepted sense of that phrase, at least 25 years prior to the year of induction; and have demonstrated unquestionable musical excellence.We shall consider factors such as an artist’s musical influence on other artists, length and depth of career and the body of work, innovation and superiority in style and technique, but musical excellence shall be the essential qualification of induction.
Check on the 25 years (Junta came out in 1988), and a BIG check on musical excellence! As for musical influence, this is the loaded area that keeps some artists out and brings other artists in. Influence on artists in the musical sense is a given, with many bands of today citing influence from Phish in one form or another. In Phish’s favor, look at the numerous independent live touring bands out there today, including but not limited to moe., Umphrey’s McGee, Yonder Mountain String Band, String Cheese Incident, Railroad Earth and many more are all quite independent of a major label and run things as they see fit without interference from the corporate music level. This goes the same for major acts like Dave Matthews and others that have followed the Phish model of doing business and incorporated it into their own management. Depth and length of career is well addressed, as the band is entering Year 30 and have played all but five of those years (give or take), including a comeback from what looked like the end in 2004, better and stronger than before. Innovation and superiority in style and technique: we’ve been to enough Phish shows, so I’ll save the ink explaining how they meet this one. Musical excellence being the essential qualification, it’s safe to say that yes, Phish will be getting a call in December to confirm they are going to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Marc Brownstein of The Disco Biscuits and Conspirator, and an avid Phish fan, had this to say about their chances of induction: “How could they not? They’re the biggest touring rock band in the last 30 years. How can they not be in?” Fair point Marc, and based on conversations with fans about this possibility, they readily agree that the time is right for Phish to take their place beside the greats in the Rock Hall.
Then again, they could end up not being voted in, perhaps because some of the voters are not open to an act that bucked the system, controlled their own destiny and focused squarely on the music. But those are all things rock and roll loves – rebellion, charting your own path and letting music be the driving force. I tried to look at the other side of this, but it’s tough to argue against induction.
Perhaps they don’t need this honor, simply because they’ve been so out of the mainstream that this seems to be antithetical to the band’s personality. As David Paul Kleinman wrote on Hidden Track earlier this year: “They became wildly successful in the absence of radio play and massive marketing budgets. They are the most successful independent musicians of all time. They are the culmination of the indie movement.”
Phish has most certainly earned the honor, simply by being the greatest independent touring act of the past two decades.
Who will induct them? I posed this question to fans last year, and the three names that came up most often were John Popper, Dave Matthews and Phil Lesh. I’m going to guess Phil inducts them, as a member of the Grateful Dead bringing Phish into the fold makes the most sense from the viewpoint of those who arrange the ceremony.
Now who has my extra for the induction ceremonies?
This article was originally published in the Fall 2010 edition of Surrender to the Flow Magazine. All rights reserved. Used with permission.
Having grown up going to church each Sunday, I always enjoyed the religious experiences surrounding the weekly ritual, but later realized that while the ritual was fun, my beliefs had changed as I grew older and wiser. About the time I stopped going to church, I started getting into Phish. Looking back, I didn’t think much of it, but after a few years, I found myself seeing more Phish and music than I was going to church. One form of religious worship replaced another. I revisited this coincidence a few weeks ago and started to expound on the possibility that Phish had some sort of religious nature to the band and their following.
As we travel around the country seeing Phish, we make pilgrimages to these venues and locations, houses of worship if you will. They are setup with an altar at the front (a stage), everyone dresses up to some extent for the event, and our attention is at the front and nowhere else for the next hour. We talk along at times, akin to saying prayers, allow some improvisation (a homily, if you will), take the slight errors with the perfection, and occasionally we are met with truly religious songs, bridging the gap from musical experience to religious experience. Think“The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday-> Avenu Malkenu” – serene, calm music segued into a cry for “Our Father, Our King”. The multiple levels here are apparent, particularly that Col. Forbin steps through the mirror to confront the evil king Wilson, as well as a parallel with half the band being Jewish singing a common Rosh Hashanah/Yom Kippur prayer. But we don’t look at it like this because our band, Phish, has personalized the music to themselves. The overt religious references aren’t there, unless you look closer at them. But they are there.
When I wrote PhanArt: The Art of the Fans of Phish, I researched the origins of Shakedown Street for the article The Historical Origins of Shakedown Street and noticed a link between our own vending practices surrounding a show and those of the saint shrines and religious worship centers throughout Europe, as well as in Japan and Mexico. It was not uncommon for a pilgrim in the Middle Ages to purchase a pin or pendant representing the saint whose shrine they have just visited, just as one can procure various items of Buddhism as you walk up towards shrines throughout Japan. Where there is a buck to be made, an entrepreneur has thought of a way and acted upon it. In Mexico City, at the shrine for Our Lady of Guadalupe, the gift shop is overflowing with more memorabilia and souvenirs than you can imagine. Walk outside and the local vendors have more.
Like early religious folk, and current religious centers, we navigate vendors selling items that are of significance to those making the ‘pilgrimage’. What’s the connection between Europe, Japan and Mexico and Phish?We all do the same thing – go into the show, partake in the glory of the pilgrimage site, spend time there, and perhaps be moved in ways that do not happen back at home or at work. As we entered the venue and later left, we were enticed by multiple offerings from other travelers, some local, some on a journey just as we are. These creations are made with the purpose of providing you with a keepsake of your journey to this venue, this shrine, the hallowed ground, as well as providing the maker of the keepsake satisfaction that they aided in your quest for something greater, not to mention a few dollars for their trouble.
Phish didn’t do this intentionally, it just sort of came along with the territory, just as religion didn’t create the market, it simply inspired it. When we are all there, having a moment with the band, being moved to dance (like the Shakers who would writhe and shake in impressive dances), had tears streaming down our faces, screaming loudly as the peaks of the night are sent out at us, we are all having a collective religious experience.
The larger the concert you go to, the greater the odds are someone will refer to a band member as a ‘Rock God’. They are revered, can do little wrong, even in their weakest hours, and are discussed freely in conversation as being beyond human. Our own fellow human beings, by mere fact that they can A) play an instrument and/or sing, and B) have people who will pay them money to have them play/sing equates with the religious experience of attending a concert. But in our case, when you have four ‘Rock Gods’ on stage, the level of infallibility is at a higher level than any other band, causing fans to become so accustomed to the small errors that we can watch these four ‘Gods’ interact as one. Its not a trinity, perhaps a quantity? Aquantegy?
Phish is not acult, simply because you can’t leave a cult, but you can get off tour. That’s a major factor here. Sometimes friends of mine will say “Oh we’re all in a cult”. I immediately say, “No, we are not in a cult. We have choices and this is all created by us, not for us.” There is no pressure to do more than you want, although the more ardent fans may preach the good news to you more than you would like; we’re missionaries like that. Phish isn’t ‘Join us or you’re going to be miserable’, instead it’s ‘Join us, it’s fun! No? Well, OK then, more dancing room for me!’ When you introduce friends to Phish casually, it’s one thing, but to bring them to a show, that’s another. You might have to sell them on it, saying, “Come on, it’ll be fun! We’ll dance and everyone there has so much fun, it’s a great time”. You may as well just say “Come with me and take part in this nearly religious experience.”
What about those songs we like? Ever had a moment at a Phish show when the music hit you, the chills crept up on you although you were sweaty as hell? We’ve all been there. Some of us live for that moment. Think of the Icculus from 8/14/09(or more recently, the Tahoe Tweezer), the first in just over 10 years. Trey waxed philosophic for a few minutes but that simple guitar strumming, that one chord had half the crowd putting their hands on their heads in complete and total disbelief as the sound grew louder, and then Trey hit us with it: he mentioned the book. IT was written! Yes, but by whom? We all know his name, but to hear the name of the wisest man in all of Gamehendge called out with gusto after a buildup that goes on and on? You cannot describe this to anyone but a Phish fan because seeing an Icculus is the pinnacle of the Phish religious experience. This is why it is so rare. We don’t get Icculus every year, every decade even. It’s the sacred cow we dare not expect, for expecting it will not make it come any faster.
When I went to Hartford insummer 2010, I made sure to walk by the spot where I was standing when I saw Icculus: Fish-side, the walkway between lawn and pavilion. I pointed it out to my friends both nights. The energy was still teeming from that spot. It always will.
But that isn’t the only song Phish has of a religious nature. Think about Light. “And the light is growing brighter now (purify our soul)”. You don’t need to major in theology to figure this one out. Instead, just watch Kuroda’s lights as the song builds to its peak, the lights growing brighter, whiting out the crowd all around you, nearly blinding before Trey hits the mark, everyone around you arms raised. Yeah, that’s the stuff Christian rock bands do, but Phish isn’t a Christian rock band. They’re much better than that. We’re all there and without reservations to take part in the music. Plus the music is much better. Much, much better.
Sometimes the songs are a bit obvious, like “Yerushalayim Shel Zahav” (Jerusalem City of Gold). The 12/31/99 “Meatstick”brought us from the old millennium into the new one. “Tomorrow’s Song”as well. “Divided Sky”was written as a song The Lizards sang around the Rhombus. Search the Phish canon, there are more examples to be discovered.
While Phish may not be a religion, the experience of a Phish concert and tour is indeed a religious experience. Some may doubt this, but if you’re still skeptical, think about this: The best shows of summer 2010 were on Sundays: Hershey, SPAC, Merriweather, Alpharetta and Alpine.
After a long adventure being with wizards, dwarfs and fighting nasty dragons for so long, Bilbo Baggins is back at his little hobbit hole in the Shire smoking some of the finest Shire Sweet Leaf. He is settled back into his hole and all he needs is “a tiny space to move and breath” which is subsequently a line in the song Dirt, and is written on the top panel of the house.
This pin is LE of 100, its 1.25 inches, soft enamel w/epoxy cover, and as always he has double pin posts on the back with medal claps. If you look closely at the stone walkway….has says something. (A little hint: think of the song name). This pin is $15.
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Pompeii Prints has some new Phish hats and some previously sold out designs are now back in stock. The new Lizard hat is on a New Era flat brim hat with the old school adjustable snap back, so one size fits all. Some old favorites such as Harpua, My Friend My Friend, Maze, Camel Walk, and Slave are all back in stock on various types of Flex Fit hats.
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Having fully recovered from Atlantic City – sleep caught up on, ringing in the ears stopped and diet returned to normal – reflecting on a most epic of weekends is in order. For those who went, most of what happened over the course of 72 hours was magical and revitalizing, at the same time exhausting and mind-blowing. Seven sets of Phish, tens of thousands of fans and more smoke and costumes than you normally find at any given Phish show, not to mention the fingers in the air and paychecks dropped at the tables: it only happens in two cities in America when Phish plays, and the east-coast step brother of Las Vegas gave those who never made it west a taste of the Vegas experience.
We arrived hurriedly from Albany around 6:30pm on Friday night. Having returned to teaching and loving every minute of it, the drive was fast although spotted with construction and shore traffic, but we made it in time to crack a few beers before heading over to the show. Adjoining rooms at the Trump tower meant that we could keep one room relatively stable and turn the other into a vision of Dana’s apartment from the end of Ghostbusters. This isn’t just the norm; this is the way to enjoy a Phish weekend proper.
The first night, musically, was solid, but was overshadowed the next two nights. The dance party was going when one of our local security guards was kind enough to inform us that if we were to bring her and her friend some strawberry vodka the next night, well, we could have carte blanche. When Atlantic city offers you a deal like this, you take it. This was the even money for the blackjack instead of a potential push on the deal, so we won and won again. Sadly though, these folks weren’t working where we were the next night, so this vodka went to better use – ours. Friday late night kept us near the tables, but this night is somehow foggier than the rest. The main thing on my mind was the Phamily Poker Tournyon Saturday at the Tropicana. Some light gambling only meant we would need to make the most out of the long day Saturday. Chris got a pizza at some point, but how he acquired the pie never came to light. Its probably better to not know.
Our room contained the usual crowd – Chris, Tim, Julie, newcomers Jess plus PhanArtist Vincenzo Naro (who sported the hands down highlight poster of the weekend) and Japanese import Satoshi from Urayasu in the land of the rising sun. Satoshi has made three trips in his life to America, all for Phish, and all since June of 2009. He’s seen 12 shows, owns more lot merch and phanart than most and loves a Fluffhead and Meatstick. His presence this weekend showed that even though the 6 of us spoke little (read: no) Japanese and he spoke some pretty solid English, we could all have a great time for 3 days, connected solely by the love of the music of one band. If only this could be channeled throughout the world where conflict between countries arose, what a world we could make of this place.
In having this unique opportunity to facilitate cultural diffusion, a few conversations were had regarding American slang, and while those went over well, the most interesting, yet out of place conversation was Chris explaining to Satoshi (for unknown reasons) the function and purpose of Native American Reservations. This has nothing to do with the recap, it was just one of those moments that stuck out.
On a side note – the Japanese are already ahead of us technologically, but now they are ahead of us in candy flavoring. Having previously sent me blueberry flavored Kit Kats (so damn good) he brought over a nice array of flavors – citrus, some sort of rose/frosting flavor, caramel and brown tea. I indulged and brought a bottle of (Japanese made) Sake – Fu-Ke Sake. The reaction was priceless on first taste – meh. I couldn’t disagree, it was funny as hell.
Saturday I woke on 5 hours of sleep, the most I would get all weekend without interruption. Chris and I got moving down towards the Trop, lugging two boxes of tubes and a box of donations for the Poker Tournament. A tasty overpriced breakfast from Starbucks and we got back to helping out the check-in process, setting up for the tourney and seeing the cadre of fans arrive to the first poker tournament to benefit The Mockingbird Foundation (mbird.org) and music education nationwide. Ellis Godard, Charlie Dirksen, Jeff from Nugs.net, David Steinberg aka ZZYZX, as well as bounty players Pauly from CoventryPhish Blog, artist Jon Lamb from Likeminded Studios, and event poster artist Erin Cadigan were all on hand. It was a who’s who of phans, taking time out from their exhaustion and celebration regimen to help raise money for charity and have a unique experience with fellow fans.
Playing as a bounty player, I donned by shirt and sat down in the 5 seat for what I hoped would not be an utter embarrassment. I don’t play poker very often, and when I do I don’t slow play. With my 10K in chips I was dealt QQ to start the game. I know QQ is a rough hand but I couldn’t help myself and decided to start the game off on a solid aggressive note. Sadly, I lost to KK, along with 4K in chips. It was a rough beat but I kept playing and eventually got back up to 10K and lasted a good hour or so before being dealt a devil of a hand – A2 of hearts. This was going to be my best chance, and at least one fan at the table was ready to test me yet again. Going all in on the turn, I hoped my straight beat out his bluff, but it proved to be a flush instead. Straight < Flush, and I was done. It was fun and worth it, and I ventured over to lend a hand with the prizes and observe a well-run poker tournament that by the manager of the room’s opinion was far above and beyond expectation. He was told by fellow employees that the tournament would have fans lighting up at tables, drinking excessively and a tank or two hidden under the tables. While logic would have told him that tanks are a post-show thing, not a lunch-break habit, none of this was true. Everyone was in a great mood, prizes were handed out throughout the game and everyone left happy, if not exhausted.
We headed through the Trop to the boardwalk, stopping by Hooters for the tweetup before needing to get some food as we were fading fast. Five hours and no semblance of a meal in the past 24 hours meant that liquid refreshment and pizza would be the best means to function through the show and late night revelry. On the boardwalk we stopped to see Ryan Kerrigan selling his Halloween print, then ran into Branden Otto who was doing the same with his poster. We got in front of the venue and incredibly sold a few tubes (unsolicited) to fans waiting around for the doors to open. We got into the Trump and spotted some phishposters.com folks and ventured in for a shot of Patron before going upstairs for the pre-game to begin. Fortunately the rest of the room was on autopilot and I played catchup.
Arranging the vodka for our aforementioned security guards, as well as everything else needed for the show for the phan with OCD: camera, eyedrops, chapstick, beercoozie, merit badges (to sell post show), sunglasses, mardi gras beads (one strand garnered Tim and I a peek at one boob, which is all you can ask for in Jersey, as there are plenty of other boobs around), candy, since it was Halloween, and the basics – ticket and cash. Section 217 was unavailable so we met with Chris who scoped out some nice seating in 215 and all took our seats there.
The show Saturday was Chris’ Halloween, as he ultimately did not score a ticket for Sunday. A serious Zeppelin fan since junior high (he introduced them to me in 9th grade), he was in for the treat that would not come the next night – a heavy dose of Led. Saturday featured collectively, one of the best venues, crowds and playlists of 3.0, as well as security that was cool. How do you know they were cool? We collected high fives from nearly everyone, including the top dogs and cops, which is the international sign for coolness.
The madness started with the long pause and glowsticks in Guelah, a solid Foam, and a Chalkdust that got the fun going, not only a bit of Whole Lotta Love, but the band laughing at us after segueing back into Torture with Ha Ha Ha. They know, and they aren’t shy about telling us they do. More 70s rock with Walk Away and Wolfmans before ending the set and sending us scrambling for drinks and Waterwheel meetups.
A random thought crossed my mind during the night’s glowstick wars – instead of throwing the glowsticks progressively towards the band and floor area, send them back up a level. The love has to rain down from somewhere, otherwise its just a splash with occasional explosions from the ardent collector of groundscore glowsticks.
UPDATE: I must give due notice to my good friend Dr. John (no not that one). I walked downstairs at the end of set 1 Saturday night and he was in line to get beers. Rather than jump the line, he passed 2 beers to me and took two for himself. And he paid. What a guy. (he also reminded me about this to include in the writeup.) He is also a foot doctor.
Second set started strong with Tube, although they really do need to look into playing it for more than 6 minutes – where have you gone funk? Possum was great but when they get to Tweezer, just clear some space and let me clear my throat. A classic Tweezer intertwined with full on Whole Lotta Love, Thank You, Ramble On and Stairway verses left the floor sticky from the collective orgasm of the crowd. It only got better with a Halley’s->2001 before winding down the show with BDTNL and an expected Good Times Bad Times. I was itching to vend and catch up with some artists, so the encore was a predictable casualty which I was content with. After making a few extra bucks outside selling shirts and badges, we headed back to the room for some post show analysis, which is basically us drinking beer and saying ‘that was fucking awesome’. It’s much better than nit-picking a show that was fun at all times and a cure for what ails ya.
Heading down to the casino, I scouted out a Let it Ride table but the crowd was bossy and no fun, so I took a turn at Spanish 21 (blackjack without 10s and played a bit faster). I went up here and headed back over to Let it Ride for the remainder of the night/dawn. While explaining the game to Tim, Chris and Vinny, I was up, then down, then back up before having the ultimate experience at the tables: dealt out 7810 of hearts, I could finally say ‘let it ride’, and the dealer was kind enough to reveal not just a 5 of hearts, but then a 6 of hearts. My mind went haywire, I jumped up thinking I had 789 of hearts, which would have netted the greatest payday yet for me, but I was reminded I had a 10 in my hand, so a flush led to nothing more than $300. but hey, $300 meant I was nearly even for the weekend, and this was something to build on, but not till tomorrow/later tonight. It was 7am and even the party on the 19th floor was drawing to a close, so eventually I fell asleep, although it wasn’t straight through. Another 4 hours of intermittent sleep and I was up for football and revisiting the night before with everyone. Some friends stopped by and we delved into the rest of the liquor cabinet
Something I recognized over the course of the weekend was that it is nearly impossible to fully explain the Phish experience, or the entire weekend. Try as I might while I type this, I have learned that when phish fans are vague or have trouble explaining the attraction of phish, or show hesitation getting to the core of why we follow this band all over the place, its simply because there is a lot to explain. A LOT. Get your friend to forget the stereotype of pot smoking hippies listening to unending jams is tough enough, but explaining the truth is becoming impractical as the shows and crowds get better and move exciting.
Donning my Jibboo Crew outfit for the evening, we headed downstairs to vend a few shirts preshow and meet up with everyone. I ran into Shirzad dressed as Mexican Cousin, which was ever so accurate with the free shots of tequila to get the night started. Fatigue wasn’t in the equation, so I slugged a bottle of seltzer the entire time waiting to get into the show. It did the trick and I got in without a search and waited for Tim, who was trying his luck for tickets outside. I figured tonight would be a night to hang with Jibboo Crew in 212 and bring Satoshi into the mix, but the text of the weekend arrived – Tim had scored a ticket and was in! It was a tough deal but he made it happen, so we got some celebratory drinks and made our way up to 212. To my surprise, we had Jibboo Crew to our left and Mockingbird folks to the right. In between 2 large groups of friends and acquaintances is the way to see a show, and the stars were aligning for the evening. Satoshi joined us shortly thereafter and the night started out just right with Frankenstein and BBFCFM – some dark and dirty spooky stuff, but it only got better when the rare Ghost (for me) appeared to help me shake off the rest of the exhaustion from the past two days. My body was on auto-pilot dancing through the Ghost, then the jam took a turn and I thought “oh god I know where this is going!”, and they moved into Spooky, a song I recalled from the nights listening to Dr. Demento around Halloween back in high school. Auto-pilot was on for most of the night, since I couldn’t conceivably dance with any volition given the lack of rest I have been accustomed to as of late. Sometimes, the body is willing and makes the mind able. I credit the vibe of the venue and the music, with a nod to Smirnoff and Sodas and a large can of red bull sipped conservatively throughout the evening.
Set 1 was great, but the buzz was going for Waiting for Columbus, an album that ZZYZX was joking about the day before at the Poker tournament but I ignored since it just didn’t seem possible. Looking at the track listing, I knew half these tunes from seeing and hearing Little Feat earlier this decade and was very interested to see the Phish take on them. Everything was played damn well. Personal highlights include Fat Man in the Bathtub, Oh Atlanta, Spanish Moon, Dixie Chicken, Don’t Bogart that Joint (please get this in the rotation!) and Feats Don’t Fail Me Now, the latter of which was hands down the greatest dancing tune of the weekend. It just keeps getting better and better.
Set 3 was great for two reasons – A Jibboo for the Jibboo Crew and the jam out of Wilson. The rest was solid, but a few rests were needed to ensure energy for latenight. Plus, an amazing opportunity was missed – No horns during Suzy? Come on now Phish! When I first heard 4/4/94, I thought Suzy was played ONLY with horns. When I finally saw one at Big Cypress, I wasn’t let down, but having never seen Suzy with horns (couldn’t make it to fest 8), I was a bit disappointed. Wilson made up for it, as did Hood and a sick encore of Julius with horns. That’s called a push.
We went to the boardwalk to feed off the energy outside and prepare ourselves for one last night of revelry and gambling. $25 blackjack called my name and I responded by taking twice what I started with and calling it even for the weekend. A glass of Grand Marnier to end the night around 6am was perfect and I ventured upstairs with Mel to rest before the checkout and drive home in the morning.
In summary, I won money and finished the weekend even, sold some well-received shirts and badges (thanks Jiggs), slept around 10-12 hours out of 65, drank a fuckton of beer and vodka and danced my balls off. I also inhaled more secondhand smoke in 3 nights than I have in the three years since I quit smoking. But the highlight of the weekend was by far teaching Satoshi the shocker, quite possibly my proudest achievement yet.
Atlantic City, you shed the stigma of Dirty Jerz you’ve had for sometime and provided us with a weekend that will often be imitated but never duplicated. Lets do it again next year.