It’s the last night of Phish’s three-night run at the Greek Theater, and it also happens to be the unofficial, but somehow totally official night of the toga—thanks to the help of some fantastic LA women, Nellie’s aunt, and a Facebook page with close to 200 members. We’re here, outfitted in our finest linens, uh, make that bed sheets (apologies to all Berkeley hotels) and disco sparkly fabric ready for the final throw down! Tonight’s show is definitely the most in-demand of the tour – getting into the beautiful and intimate stone amphitheater is the equivalent of Charlie stepping into the chocolate factory.
If you’re a Phish diehard then you know our Wonkaville is different than Charlie’s. We don’t need fizzy lifting drinks to reach incredible, dizzying, heights. What we need are tasty jams and musical nuggets. Fortunately third night’s show had both—and I’d steer you directly to the second set’s “Light” jam (hear: specifically the last seven beautiful and effortless seven-minute jam); “Harry Hood” which grooved, and grooved – oh, and first set wasn’t without it’s groove…how can you not dance to “Gotta Jiboo” or rock out to “46 Days”?