With all love and ongoing support for Trey, he totally bogarted that joint at the end of the night...

First two sets
all jams and fun:
Good! Good! Good!

Divided Sky: Anastasio in quiet communion
and so forth
NYE in the playful, subtle, Phish–field

And then the preacher came out:
"vibrating love and light"
"world gone mad" stuff

Which was embarrassing.

(pause)

Petrichor:
with the orchestration and theatrics
beautiful

Though I could have done without the violence—
since I was trying to recover from
anthemic buzz–kill set two closer

The colorful juggling and Suzy
seemed good, though somehow I was suspicious—
and rightly so

The third set was like fart–air leaving a balloon
with occasional squeak of party horn

555 was a relief
just to get out of Trey's head

Don't bogart that joint!