The Grateful Dead over on the Hudson, playing Albany during Jerry's final run through the northeast while Phish plays 200 miles to the west on the Finger Lakes. The Dead made a passable final appearance in the region, while Phish absolutely shreds the fabric apart. What more could someone ask for? How would one have known where to go? Such dilemmas represent an embarrassment of riches. We'll never see the likes of it again.

BTW, has anyone else ever played a two song second set? This, alone, is an accomplishment of mind f**k, and I applaud Phish their efforts. This is a psychedelic melt-down fest, and I would never complain about it.

Thanks, guys.