Honestly, I went into this show with very low expectations. Since late April I've been in a fog of crippling depression knowing there will probably never be another Phish show as good as jazz fest. Even still, because me and my entire crew are the best and loyalist of Phish fans, we each dropped $275 on stubhub for pit tickets.

So there we are front and center, wondering whether or not it would all be worth it...the time, the money, the loss of brain cells....for another tour opener. And then the lights went out. The energy was unlike anything I had ever felt, to the point where I felt tingly throughout my entire body and my stomach began to churn. It was almost indescribable. As Trey and gang walked on stage I locked eyes with him, and immediately I knew: I never should have eaten that those fish tacos in the parking lot. What I thought was excitement for my favorite band turned out to be the early action of some hardcore food poisoning.

So anyways I give this show a 1 out of 5, and the only reason it gets a 1 and not a 0 is because I barely made it to the bathroom before I shit my pants. I spent the entire night in there.