There aren’t enough words in the language to explain to anyone who wasn’t at 4/3/98 the shear energy at this moment inside Nassau Coliseum when Fishman undertoned these words at the top of the intro break of the Carini’s Gonna Getcha Antelope. I was listening to it yet again this morning on the way to work, and it still brings chills of excitement.
It was absolutely one of those unique emotional surges that permeates Phish “pholklore”, like the moment of recognition that the band was beginning to play Terrapin St in the encore of 8/9/98; or when Dark Side of the Moon evolved within the Harpua at Salt Lake City right after Halloween that same year.
Some believe, I for one, that the strength of that Antelope was a result of Tigger running across the stage toward the end of the preceeding Loving Cup. I connected with this guy just before the 2/38/03 show at Nassau and hung with he and his gf during setbreak talking about that night in '98. It was like so many curious adventures that seem to happen to people at Phish shows, part of the magic that sometimes existed between the band and the audience and between individuals within the audience.
It’s always hard to talk about this stuff, because there was always this “power” or, Yoda forgive me, “force” that permeated Phish shows. Fortunately, most recordings of 4/3/98 capture this power during this version of Antelope, still one of my top five all time concert moments, wedged behind Pink Floyd rising out of the floor at RCMH in a cloud of smoke in 1973, and in front of Simon and Garfunkel, two voices, one guitar in a small gymnasium at SUNY New Paltz in 1968.
Yes, Mr. Sebastian, I do believe in magic.
Speaking of Hood… The acoustic Hood Trey did on 11/19 is GREAT! (Now available at