There's something about 30,000-odd fans yelling "HEY" in synchronized syncopation; for maximum impact it has to be at one of these huge outdoor sheds. That opening riff of "Punch" will forever stir up feelings from this show. I didn't quite have the timing down on the "HEY" yet. I was still getting used to the idea of dancing, actually. Without Phish I might never have escaped those bodily inhibitions. It might've been this "Wolfman's" that finally shook me loose, or the high-octane quartet of tunes that ended this first set, a very oddly-arranged thing that nevertheless just walloped us going into setbreak. The thing about the second set is that I had a tape in my car with LOADED on one side and a James Gang best-of on the other, and being largely unconnected in the tape-trading community I had no clue that "R&R" and "Walk Away" were staples in the Phish rotation, so when those tunes morphed out of consecutive mind-bending jams I really felt like I was being fucked with, which is pretty much why I go to Phish shows, to be honest. This "Piper" was my go-to jam for many years, but it was at this show that I realized I could happily hear "Tweezer" at every show I ever went to from here on. Still my favorite Phish song. These choice segues, the liquid, intuitive group dynamic throughout this second set, the unpredictability and the weird personal connections all came together for me at this show as they sometimes do at Phish shows and not really any other kind of shows. Still chasing that magic combination.