Yeah, and it’s a great one.
Yesterday I was riding with my brother to a gig, and we were listening to set one of this show (mainly because I wanted to laugh with him about how silly it is when Trey goes, “My friend! My … my special friend! My special friend!” during Harpua). Now, my brother isn’t a real fan per se, but he does really appreciate Phish. He saw them a few times with me in '93 & '94 and has a few early albums. Also, we used to be in a band that covered some Phish about 12 years ago.
Well, it’s at around 13 or 14 minutes into this particular version of Divided Sky, and the band is just smokin’ - super tight, playing unearthly music that isn’t really humanly possible. Super high-energy and really well-oiled, as is typical of fall '94.
Mike looks at me and goes, “How much more ass can you kick?”
