The last night of the historic bakers dozen and my 9th show of the run. Tonight was one of those moments, you know the ones if you're reading this. While I've thoroughly enjoyed this run, ive been going through some personal issues and my first real case of jaded vet syndrome. I've found myself heavily criticizing a lot of this run due to flubbed composed sections or misplaced songs. i traveled into the city 9 times and got horribly sick 3 nights in, I've enjoyed every show but there's been something inside me asking me why I'm still seeing this band so much, why am I still following them around after nearly 20 years. Tonight was why. Every night they've surprised me, every night they have done something fresh and new. And only upon reflection have I realized this might be the greatest period of phish. I spent so long analyzing when what I really should be doing is surrendering to the flow. My favorite band in its peak form, and I was there to witness it. Only during tonight's phenomenal simple did I realize that everything the band has been doing in the past few years has all culminated in the bakers dozen. The heavy experimentation of 2016, the return to 90's form of 2015, the well of original material pouring out of the band in 2013-2014 combined with those classic 20+ minute jams we all love and missed. There is no doubt in my mind that phish has completely raised the bar for themselves, and live music in general. And all the haters and jaded vets (including myself) need to just stop for a moment and listen to tonight's legendary show. Thank you phish for being there for me throughout my life, and thank you for teaching me so much about perception, expectation and reaction. And thank you for being the best fucking band on the planet.