Despite a lackluster opening frame, a back alley abortion disease, and underwhelming visual gag, this show gets a 5 star from my overly-critical self.

Maybe it's 4 night legs that challenge the stamina of big red. I know 4 nights shaves a few years off my time. Maybe it's the ongoing desire to introduce newer songs into newer roles. Maybe I'm jaded, and santos is awesome (though I highly doubt that). The fact is, on a night of nights, this couch-touring phan got more than enough, and isn't that the point?

The first set was perhaps the weakest of the run. Reba and taste give me all the good feels, but standard versions kept my mood sterile.

Once trey slashed disease at its birth, I thought "oh no... My friends are getting robbed of a ranger."Dead fucking wrong.

Gamehendge. Finally. Dosed.

Mostly standard versions across the board, as the band kept it rather safe all weekend. The Bag, the Melt, the Yem, the Possum all had a Lil extra gas. I take that back about bag. BAG was masterful.

This show deserves to be praised as it's exactly what the doctor ordered. The doctor begged for it. To those jaded phans out there opting to down-vote a show just to feel like a guardian of ancient phish lore, I beg you to sell me your sphere tickets. They'll likely play nothing this grand.

Way to go chives and Bruce!