I had to add my two cents (too sense) here as I was in a different head space at this show then most. I was 13, caught a ride from the tri-state to this show. Got slightly scared a few times thinking that a comet was somehow going to come down and crush me, all without any psychedelic nudging. The NO2, the Antelope screaming. To say I was here was only partially true, I was physically here but in essence the sheer madness and epic quality evaded me til years later when I actually started to see phish. It took 3 more years for me to actually start seeing Phish (ptsd maybe?!)

I lost the group of people I was with and wandered the lot scared shitless about how I would ever get home, my parents having no clue I was In VT, let alone at a rock and roll concert. I was about to approach a police officer when this couple from the tri-state somehow recognized my situation and offered to drive me home. I am grateful for their kindness and generosity. I was treated to Jerry picking on that long haul back to CT and got a degree in musical appreciation as well as the goodness of humanity on that ride home.

Fortunate to call this my first show, but there is difference between being there and appreciating what you are experiencing. But, I still get this haunting feeling when Trey starts screaming in Antelope!