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Review by SacPrepMusic
I just got back to my hotel in Seattle. Phish just wrapped up the second night (4/14 & 4/15/2023)
here at the Climate Change Arena, or whatever they call it... (I call it a maze to get out of.)
Something about hearing them play these two shows got me thinking about this show.
I was on the plane home to Sacto from Seattle, having just done The Gorge, and the girls
I met back by the mix at The Gorge were from Tahoe, and we were talking about Tahoe
burning to the ground...(Phish Opened Seattle with Blaze On... fucking shivers down my spine)
two of those girls couldn't even get home, let alone wonder if they would have a house/cabin
to return to... Then I find out a few days later, that Phish decides to move to Shoreline for two nights!
(Sweet! I didn't have a tix to Tahoe anyway)
Long story shorter... Shoreline ends up being first come first served GA to the entire friggen place!
(why can't they do this to all shows? seriously, that would hella stick it to ticketmaster)
So I get to the line 4hrs early, and wait, and get the bracelet... and boom, row 3, standing right infront of Mike at Shorline.
Here's my question; here's my dealio, here's the shit that's been going through my head for two years.
... So Mike comes out, and tapes a fricken piece of paper to his mic stand, because he needs these lyrics, and he's obviously written them down so he can sing along... meanwhile, Page is over there going... "wtf, i swear my shit was working during soundcheck, what's wrong with my keyboards?" or whatever... and then Trey looks at Page like "dude, come on, lets fucking play!" and then looks directly at Mike, rolls his eye's and starts Mikes Song... Mike looks at Trey, and rips the lyrics off the mic stand he'd just taped up there...
WHAT WAS ON THAT PIECE OF PAPER!!!!! These are the things that plague you when you sit hella close to stage. That is all.