I’ve seen some MetaPhish ® over the years, including the the backwards set at Dick’s 2013 and the explanation during a Forbin’s narration Super Ball day 3 that Phish could control the weather. The set list play from the former found wonderfully meta expression in the opening 1999 Fluff reference, while the meteorological manipulation came only a few short songs later in a Petrichor > Coil coda. Emotions flowed into set 2 as I experienced the weight of my fifth Alpine run sans wife, the first such glaring absence from the times we shared together in SE Wisconsin. Numberline poetically confounded it’s critics, a choice itself self-reflective and even meta. Once the Maze is traversed, one feels completely (gender neutral) in IT. If life were easy, this Roggae wouldn’t slap so hard.
Fighting the nervous need to start running again, we’re overcome by Waves, undermining any need to continue. Not mistaken.

Nice shades certainly required here to bluff your way around maintaining this show as being accurately rated as it stands. To my ears the third best show of summer, behind only Blossom and Bethel 1. Blessed to be a witness.