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The hoards of people surging towards the gates of the venue at Camden – who knows the amphitheater is called this year – were ready for the show. They were screaming and whooping in waves, overcome with anticipation and the spoils of a glorious, sunny day on the lot at a Phish concert.
[All photos by Jeff Volckhausen]
It was the sound of the circus come to town, and it brought with it a smile – it was a sound missing at Jones Beach, despite how truly excellent those three nights were. Inside, the place was packed from the stage lip to the fences as Phish hit the stage running with Chalk Dust Torture, followed by a stellar version of Fee during which Trey flubbed the lyrics, started laughing and then joined with Page for a rich, deeply hued jam that grew and glowed organically, reds and purples across the stage and ember colors creeping from behind the cloud cover over the Philly skyline. It was unique, and a sign of things to come.
To start the improv in Wolfman’s Brother, Fishman set to dancing brightly, drawing everyone else into his groove. The guitar was lacing between Mike’s slapping lines, a clavinet spilling over top it all, and eventually Trey swung the lead up and cut loose, wailing to a shattering peak – the second in what would be a night of stellar thematic jams.
READ ON for more of Dan’s thoughts on Phish @ Camden…
Even though the ticket scene was at near give-away proportions, the lot was full at Jones Beach for Phish’s return to the New York area, even spilling over into auxiliary lots. And even though the fuzz were out in force, lurking around the outskirts and pouncing on the less subtle, there was also a fair sized Shakedown Street with all its ancillary sights and sounds.
[All Photos by Dave Vann for Glide/HT]
Inside, the venue had filled up by the time Phish hit the stage a bit after 8 and hopped into a nice Runaway Jim followed by Foam, and then a new tune, Stealing Time From the Faulty Plan – it’s a rocker, kind of 46 Days in mood and groove, with the instantly classic line “I got a blank space where my mind should be.” The boys on stage seem to be enjoying themselves, but then they’ve always enjoyed playing their new material, and thereafter they seemed to relax a bit, settle in.
Great, rolling drums and that slow, staccato rhythm guitar marked the opening of Timber, and Fishman carried his beat through the song, adding cymbal crashes and egging Trey on. A short series of distinct lead licks ensued, and the whole band pounded back into the final verse. It was a good song made better by the following Cities. The first mid-song jam was cooking down the tune, sparse with piano accents, and everyone was all locked up and rocking – I’m pretty sure that the unavoidable shaking of limbs here was my body returning to its natural movements, to the way it’s supposed to move.
READ ON for more of Dan’s words and Dave’s photos…
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