On a wettish, chilly sunday evening in late november 1994, a mere six days before the Orpheum epic, Phish threw down what, essentially, was and is the total antithesis of that (as well as the famed Providence version) "type" (II) of Bowie with a "mere" (comparitively speaking, of course) 16+ min sssssssscorcher in Madison, Wi...the end of which unquestionably vies for the single greatest finish in that (and quite possibly any other Phish) tune's history...i cannot recall for certain but Trey HAD to have been wearing his "jamming pants" (and, for those of you who KNOW, you know exactly to which pants i'm referring...and, to those of you who may not, check out the AOL booklet and you'll see the "jamming pants") cause he just cccccccccccrushes his way to the finish line...indescriBABBLE, really...words do no justice; just listen.........BRING BACK THE JAMMING PANTS!!!!!!.....
and am i REALLY posting this on 12-31-69?!?!?...if so, i'm missing a KILLER Dead show in Boston, right now