So, I had no ticket and scored one RIGHT as soon as I got out of the car for face value. I was stoked. I didn't have to run around looking for a ticket, for it brought itself to me. So my friends and I are having a blast. Drinking some dank beers and taking in the scene as it comes. And before you know it...its showtime!

First set was great. Couldn't ask for a better set, couldn't ask to be in a better place. I know exactly why I am here, and I love it.

During the set break, my friend Smoothie and I had this long conversation about if the band gets high before they play. Well it turns out that this conversation turns into a debate. Then the debate turns into a poll. We asked our other friends and people we were sitting next to. I mean it turned into an event. But obviously one had a rock solid argument for why or why not.

It wasn't being settled. There was doubt because of the thought that it would be so hard to play like they do when they are high. One the other hand, why wouldn't they? They have been doing this for years, its not a big deal for them, they know the music well enough. 

We came to a deciding factor that made sense (at the time): Fate. If the band opens the second set with Makisupa Policeman, that they did, in fact, just come from a huge session of historical proportions. If they didn't, then it looks like this question is not going to be answered by us. And we may never know. I mean, if you were them, and you just got done smoking a big ole phatty, wouldn't you open up with Makisupa?? Sure, anyone would. So it will be settled.

Lights go down. Show is starting. We are listening intently. What's that? Reggae riffs? Yup, wouldn't you know it? "Hey makisupa policeman!!" Who would have thunk it? Trey's keywords were, "stink, stank, stunk."  Maybe the boys had been getting down backstage after all. Great show, great exprience, great phish.

- Tauber