Attended! What a range of emotions at this show. Not knowing when/if I would see the band again was tough. Over the last 7 years I had seen them as much as I could, 49 shows. Over the past two years, I had graduated from college and was finally able to have the means to really travel and spend the money need to see many shows and now they are going on “hiatus.” One thing that rubbed me the wrong way was that no one uttered a word from the stage all night. Couldn’t they have at least said thanks? I know I will get flamed for that, but I just thought that was strange. Anyway…

SET 1: First Tube: I remember thinking, wow – maybe they have the gumption to seriously throw down tonight? >

Mike's Song: Apparently, they ARE going to throw down tonight! I thought this version really rocked and listening to it last night again confirms that >

I Am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove, Fee: This section seemed pretty tame.

Bathtub Gin, Glide, My Soul: Awesome three song run to take us into setbreak. Really old school with the exception of My Soul.

First set summary: I was loving that first set. But and I will never forget this; it was really hard to get TOO excited about anything because once you did you found yourself realizing that you just did not know if/when you were going to see Phish again. It was just so odd. Such a mix of emotions. I thought that was a great first set though, not too much exploration, but they threw down a greatest hits set which seemed appropriate for the last show.

SET 2: Twist > Also Sprach Zarathustra > Tweezer. This was the HEAT. Twist was fine but 2001 was nuts. Total groove monster and Tweezer was smoking hot. Awesome way to start the set!

Wading in the Velvet Sea, Meatstick: Sort of a nod to Big Cypress? But with way different energy… >

David Bowie, Tweezer Reprise: Wow. It’s almost over. Waves of sadness through two of my favorites.

ENCORE: You Enjoy Myself – Everyone knew it was incoming and boom, there it was. Sloppy but the jam was decent. They took a long bow – and that was it. Cheering on the crew to the strains of Let it Be – I will never forget that as long as I live. No one wanted to leave. The lot after the show was like a funeral, I kid you not. I packed up right away and got the hell out. The next morning I left bright and early. The drive home to Denver was unbelievably depressing and I was solo which made it even worse. Still, I am glad I did the run. But never had such highs (Vegas) and such lows to contend with over the course of over those ten days. Strange times indeed.