Setlist from April 24, 1993 - Phish.net (2023)

19/11/2009 14:24, adjunct1993-04-24

Anonymous Review

So here I am, about to take a look at my first phishing program. In the background is the tape I've loved for many years with the appropriately emotional sounds of "Silent in the Morning." I was a high school freshman standing on a folding metal chair and was deeply moved by the sound and the verses. Something at the time seemed so special and now looking back over the years I realize just how special it was. It's incredibly ironic how that moment foreshadowed so much of what was to come and is yet to come. "I found your voice, it brings me to my knees..."
A fairly warm afternoon sun casts long shadows over the parking lot of Clarkson University's Cheel Student Center. It was April 24, and although the melt was underway, this was Potsdam, New York, and a healthy blanket of snow still covered the warming land. I stood in front of Cheel with my sister and some of her friends and was excited to see what the night would bring. My sister had just finished her freshman year at Clarkson, and because of that, and because of her kindness, I was left in the afternoon sun having a casual snowball fight with a passing car. She swelled the small concert crowd, belting out some very, very loud beats and cursing all the "scabs."
A few years before that night in April, I developed a fascination with phishing that has lasted to this day. The older brother of a good friend of mine was always singing the refrains to "Fee" and would occasionally confuse us to a fault by asking, "Wash the Uffizi Gallery and take Ferenzi with me?" It became kind of a random neighborhood joke. with the Title "Wash my feet and take me to Falansing...". I still have no idea where the word "Falansing" comes from. I passed around a copy of Junta and fell in love with the hilariously mesmerizing sounds of "Fee" pretty quickly. A tape followed, which I believe originated in Hebron. This show features a hilarious "poop" vocal improv during "You Enjoy Myself," after which the band decides, "Let's take a little break...so we can poop!" And I took a shit many more times before finally Igniting I walked through the doors of the Cheel Student Center on that April eve of 1993 and entered a world unlike anything I had ever known. My sister showed me around the student union and I made a contribution to the Clarkson Environmental Club, which earned me my first phish souvenir, a green Earth Week '93 mug with a white Phish logo. We walked for a while before deciding to go next door and into Cheel Arena, a name that will always make my back tingle. On the way inside I made a quick bathroom stop and ran into a guy who was in my sister's year and went to secondary school in Liverpool, our hometown. He and his partner were dressed in full fly-fishing gear. What a disturbance! I hadn't even seen the stage before and found the Phish live experience to be exceptionally interesting, entertaining and downright fun.
We turned the corner into the arena and across the street was the stage. All sorts of speakers were stacked on the sides and a semi-transparent black background with swirls of funky colors completed the scene. Ahhh, the Minkin outfits...
We went to the ground and sat down about twenty meters away. The area right next to the stage was empty of chairs and one of my sister's friends brought up the idea of ​​a mosh pit. Hmmm... this guy was a lot of fun and even though he didn't really have much interest in Phish, he loved live music and was thrilled to have a live band, let alone Phish, at his university. Looking back at Spring Tour '93 in the Northeast, that was the point. Phish started making a name for themselves as a fun live act, and as such they launched into the college scene trying to gobble up fans with their good times and good tunes. I think it worked! I remember later hearing complaints about Spring Tour '93 and how many newcomers it brought, "ohh, the 'FEFY' heads." Interestingly, I also heard complaints in 1994, 1995, 1996, 1997, 1998 and 1999. It all depends on who is speaking and who is listening. I, for one, was born into Phish by someone's generosity in sharing magic, and I will be forever grateful for that. I guess that's why I've always had the idea that everyone could hear Phish; If they appreciate it and enjoy it, then that's absolutely great and I'd be very excited!
Finally, the area in front of the stage filled up, as did the seats around us. The floor was littered with corpses, as were the seats in the arena, and a few people occupied the rest of the room. The lights in the arena dimmed and I got my first glimpse of the band as they came up on stage and took up their positions. Page made his line the wing, which I didn't realize at the time was new to this tour. Fishman jumped at his old battery with the Phish decal upside down. Mike and Trey rushed in and seemed to sway back and forth a bit, eager to get going and get away from all these people. Since then I have seen these types of events many times and never lost that initial buzz of not knowing what was coming or going.
The opener "Chalk Dust" rumbled and I was literally blown away by how loud and energetic it was. It was crazy how different it was to live, not just live on a bunch of old tapes, but live in person! Honestly, it took a bit of getting used to.
I was born and am very attached to Junta, which is almost folk and contains a very melodic improvisational structure. I was struck by the orange and yellow tones of "Chalk Dust," "Guelah," "Poor Heart," and "Stash." I was overwhelmed. What the hell is going on? That was not the phish I knew! And yet, he did not discourage me, but rather fascinated me. The "Guelah" dance made me laugh, the "Poor Heart" hit my knee and kicked my feet.
Finally, things slowed down. "Stash" ended and Trey received the acoustic guitar from him. He scolded for about a minute and finally settled into the acoustic intro to The Horse. It was absolutely beautiful, and the transition to "Silent in the Morning" really gave me my first chance to sit and absorb and reflect on something that I felt moved me in ways that I didn't understand or really couldn't describe, and that was just amazing. intense.
To this day, I can't really describe or understand Phish in my life, but it's still so special and so important. The following "Rift" deserves a mention because around that time my sister's boyfriend (who was pretty crazy) decided crowdsurfing was okay. He ran onto the stage and the next thing I knew he was watching him being passed and thrown into "Rift". I have to say, to this day, I've never seen anyone surf a phishing program, and I'm kind of happy about it. He dropped down and the next thing he did was jump up again. He got a little agitated, but nothing like what was to come. After slipping through a kind of twisting, snake-like "Caravan" that he would see again in Philadelphia a few years later, the band put out a new version. "When Something is Wrong With My Baby" opens with a strong drumbeat and rolls forward like a soft-hearted steamroller. Great vocal changes, heavy lyrics, and an explosive guitar riff make this one of my favorite Phish covers. I totally enjoyed it then and still do. Too bad it's not played anymore; it was only played three times. It was added the following night and added again later in the week, after which it still hasn't returned. "Sparkle" and "Antelope" completed my first set of phish. The frenzy that started in Rift got out of control in Sparkle. I remember seeing my sister's friend and now a bunch of other people surfing; They jumped onto the front barricade and were met by a crowd of people who were jumping, jumping, stomping, and frenzy. People half jumped off the barricade to avoid being pushed around by the collective mass of Sparkle's crazed fans. At some point in that mix of nodding, looking at the crowd, and asking why they were singing "laughing and laughing and Paul McCartney..." I looked up and saw my sister's boyfriend, wearing a Chuck B. de security. t-shirt, up the security stairs and dragged out the door. When the song ended, they immediately jumped into the "Antelope" riff, but during the intro, Trey mentioned that everyone had to "be cool" because the people up front would be devastated. I'm sure the "antelope" helped... no!
My first phishing session was over, and during the break I did the always exciting activity of going to the bathroom on the break. In retrospect, it was very easy. There were no snakes or people peeing in the sinks. The aisles (which was just an aisle on top of the seats) were empty and the cows were not cared for. I remember going back to the ground, looking through the haze of the arena, looking at different people, and picking up some kind of weird collective vibe that I would later discover was omnipresent during breaks. Sometime during the break, the wacky crowdsurfer in the Chuck B. T-shirt came back in a baby blue girls' sweatshirt and new hat. The change of clothes seems to have brought him back, but I have no idea how exactly.
Set II would be another excellent adventure. I got used to the environment and felt more comfortable listening to the music in the environment of the show. The set list included a number of songs early on in my listening adventures with Phish. I felt like I had a better understanding of what was going on and it really allowed me to sit back and enjoy. Llama was smashing stuff and I was excited to hear that tune because I loved that funky little "blastopast" story on the inside cover of A Picture of Nectar. Gordo hit the strings of his bass and "Foam" came to life. I chuckled to myself as I waded through the thick 'foam'. This is probably one of the first Phish songs where I really felt the image not from the lyrics but from the music. I thought about my good friend back home and how many times we played catch or race car or something stupid and all of a sudden we missed our shots and didn't complete any of our passes. Every time we suddenly sang "falling into a deep well..." as if something had called us to do it.
Bathtub Gin was really great. It was also one of the first Phish songs I really remember, and listening to it now I can hear the beginnings of new forms of Phish creativity scratching the surface during this particular "bathtub." It would also be the start of a weird kind of crush where I really enjoy watching Trey sing "Brett's in the bathroom, making soup for the ambassadors...". For some reason, the tone of his voice and the way he walks towards the microphone during "Bathtub" always conjure up images of Trey and some wacky childhood adventure for some unknown reason. I was pretty much a kid myself, and I certainly was when I first heard the song. It seemed to create an interesting kind of bond that spanned generations. "Dinner and a Movie" and "Mound" were just plain fun. I love both tunes and often wonder why neither is in rotation. The next thing I knew these big old balls were bouncing and the crowd was moaning over the band. I had read about the "Big Ball Jam" before but it was definitely a must see. It reminded me of a big runaway gym class.
The "You Enjoy Myself" that followed would seal my fate forever. This song was one that had moved me before and seeing it live made it even more meaningful. The bums were in full effect and I jumped right in with them. This song still makes me jump and this particular version was very good, a B+ on the Dirksen scale and you can check out his review if you want to know more. In the current sense, it is because of this review that I am sitting here researching my memories and sharing them with all of you. In a holistic sense, it is because of this "You Have Fun" that I have come this far.
As I stood on my chair, my legs were getting weak, my mind was getting tired, the chaotic voice was getting stuck in my head… I started to think that I was being brainwashed. In fact, I was quite apprehensive for a moment or two, and in an attempt to tone down the effects, I started adding "lalalala..." and the like to the vocal improvisation. I thought it would protect me from being brainwashed, but apparently it didn't work. Phish has become a very important part of my life. Although I only attend a handful of shows each year, I thoroughly enjoy them all. These moments in time create a web of memories that give me the pleasure of traveling through the pages of Phish through my own history. I remember adventures and trips with friends and family, I feel the tears and laughter coming through me and it is incredibly powerful and important. It's such a big part of who I am because it allows me to remember who I was. A song on the way out, in the car, or live at a concert brings back memories of another page in history, and within that page I time travel in a continuous thread of connected moments. It's very special because I'm remembering a moment in 1993 or 1995 or whenever... a random quirk of memory will float up and as the wind blows through my mind I start to remember what was going on in my life, what it meant to me then and what it means to who I am now. I knew then that I was being brainwashed, but there was nothing I could do about it and I'm so glad I didn't.
Speaking of brainwashing, after "You Enjoy Myself," Fishman came out from behind the set with the old vacuum cleaner. "Bike" was great, something about Fishman singing about a "mouse on a bike" made me feel like a kid and that was really special. Trey talked a bit about Burlington and Nectar and then ended the set with "Harry Hood" and "Cavern."
When I think back to the encore, I don't remember much other than being tired, and while I was sad that it was over, I was also kind of relieved to be able to go to bed. I was also relieved that I made it, I had seen Phish and really enjoyed it. I remember really wanting to like it, but worried that the live show experience wouldn't seem as whimsical and entertaining as playing along with songs at home. It was a bit overwhelming and scary, but now I had broken the ice and it was quite fun and full of special and very memorable moments. I was dying to go home to tell all my friends about this and I would definitely like to come back so I had to spark some interest. Turns out I had no problem with that...
As I sit here at the end of the night, I look at the cassette case and stare at "Encore: Amazing Grace, Good Times, Bad Times." How appropriate it seems and how appropriate it is.

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21/04/2012 21:45, adjunct1993-04-24

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