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- Phish 8/7/10 Greek Theatre Night 3 Saturday Setlist
The last night of the three show run at the Greek...Phish 8/7/10 The Greek Theatre, Berkeley, CA
Thanks to us for the setlist.
Set 1: AC/DC Bag, Foam, Gotta Jiboo, Reba, Sleep Again, Army of One, Poor Heart, 46 Days, Tube, Character Zero
Set 2: Wilson > Light > 20 Years Later, Harry Hood, Theme from the Bottom, 2001 > Suzy Greenburg > Suz Jam > Slave
Encore: Lizards, First Tube
Переслать - Phish Greek Theater Show #2 Recap: Friday Rager
What a night a difference makes. The mellowness of Thursday was the perfect set up a Friday night rager.
Our crew got off to a slow start and gathered for a team breakfast in our hotel. The service was super slow, but we had time to catch up. The Joker had a so-so show on Thursday due to some personal things that bogged him down. He vented. We listened. He felt better. By the way, his new business venture, the Hippie Travel Agency, might shut down before we even get to Telluride. The hardest part about being pros on the road and tour vets with PhDs in the lot... often means that your friends who don't have their shit together often rely on you to make their shows more enjoyable. We all aim to please, but sometimes, it gets a little tough trying to accommodate every who wants to run off and join the circus. Sometimes you have to make your own fun.
After breakfast, we all split up. Wildo has his girlfriend in town. My girlfriend had a wedding to attend in LA and she skipped the last two shows to drive back to LA. The Joker and Carrie went to pick up posters, while Benjo and I hung out with the Friedmans. They had a room at the semi-sketch Super 8 that used to be a no-tel motel back in the day. The place was crawling with Phisheads. We decided to park and walk -- and had a good 30 minute journey from their hotel through campus and up to the Greek. We stopped along the way for beers and was sorta surprised to see so many people standing in line so fucking early. Without a lot scene, heads decided to stand in line on Page Side even earlier than Thursday. Shit, do we have to get to the show at 10am to get a decent spot?
We drank in line using paper bottles and one dude wandered over, "Where's Shakedown?"
I told him there were no lots but to walk up and down the street in front of the Greek and search for whatever he needed. Tickets were going in excess of $200. Not too many extras floating around. One guy offered up sexual favors for a ticket...even gay favors.
When we eventually got inside, almost every bit was filled up -- and it was only 5:30pm! We opted for a prime spot on the lawn rather than try to fight the tarp people for empty spots. We actually had a spectacular view of the stage, the city below, and the bay off to the side.
"This is a proper Greek theatre," said Benjo. "I've been to real Greek Theatres in Europe and this looks like one."
Before the show started, lots of empty spots on the lawn on the super slope that makes Alpine Valley look like a mesa. I dunno how people gutted that out and dance on that sharp incline. Guess they were super fans and excited to see Phish anywhere, despite the damage to their joints and knees. One young heady Momma was doing her best to walk the steep hill and carry both a beer and a baby bjorn. She almost slipped but she perfectly steadied the beer so none of it spilled.
A few wooks tried to hop the barbed wire fence in the back of the Greek. One female cop was waiting. She tackled the fence jumper and cuffed his scrawny ass. As Benjo noted, the cops didn't care about any weed smoking. They were just busting the folks trying to sneak in.
A couple of girls brought roses up to the front of the stage while Psycho Killer echoed on the PA. Could that have been a friendly warning that some talking heads were up on the night's menu? Inspired by the song, I picked Cities in my set 1 fantasy song selections with Benjo. I also had ACDC Bag, Chalkdust, and Ocelot. Um, yeah, I got a little lucky and nailed three out of four in the first set.
Chalkdust opener was predictable and scored me some good cash. Friday was Disco Sister 1's birthday. Her favorite Phish tune is Guyute, and she's been wanting to hear it at all of the shows we saw together -- but it an elusive song for her because she kept missing it. Although she missed it again, the boys still played in on her birthday. That's gotta count for something right, DS1? (PS... Happy birthday!) The Joker felt it was one of the better versions he has heard in a while.
Trey has an ocelot on his new Languedoc guitar. In the past he had images of his dog Marley, but now it's an ocelot. I wore my green Ocelot shirt and it's always good to hear the song you want to hear. Otherwise, I'd have to wear the shirt until they played it. This version was a little more bluesy.
Hearing parts of Ice reminded me of shows from the mid-90s. And then things seriously picked up with Cities. The first few notes of the Talking Heads cover invigorated the crowd. Within seconds it was a frantic frenzy in the crowd. The boys kept up a smoking jam and for the first time since the Greek shows begun, I thought, "OK, the rust is finally off. Time to open it up."
The crowd energy surged as they busted into a Mothership jam with stimulating Kuroda's back lighting on the structure behind the stage. They boys kept up the funk and ripped into MoMa Dance. Benjo had picked it for our pool and when they started the song, I muttered, "I'd gladly pay you $5 to hear this song!"
They ripped up MoMa, as expected as a dense fog rolled into the Greek. It was kinda spooky, but in a good way. After the grooving Cities, they wanted to maintain the kinetic energy achieved during their ass-shaking dance party. I could even see the Joker and Carrie wearing the disco ball helmets in the middle of the fracas on the floor. Kuroda's lights would bounce off the helmets and sparkle.
After two straight upbeat tunes that got everyone on their feet, the boys took it down a notch with Gin. The mellow version was a sincere compliment to the high-octane funk from Cities > Moma. I dug parts of the jam before it was time for a few dippies before Faulty Plan. That newish tune is always hit or miss for me. When they nail it...they really fucking blow it up. But sometimes they miss or the song is ill-placed in the set. Benjo was kinda funny when the first few notes of Faulty Plan were played.
"I don't like this one," he said matter-of-factly. However, the Greek version quickly won him over. That's what I love about Phish -- I could hate a particular song but on any given night they can win me over with a version. To me, that's the true test of a musician -- if they can make something listenable that I'd rather not hear.
As Phish finished up Faulty Plan, Benjo was dancing it up with his arms in the air. "This was great!" he exclaimed as they closed the short 72-minute opening set.
At the set break, i sat down and found a lost paperclip that escaped me somewhere during Guyute. I was so pumped to find a "poker" for my one-hitter for the rest of the set. Benjo updated me about the wook patrol near the back fence. More wooks were trying to sneak in the back and the cops were waiting in the shadows to bust them.
We enjoyed the rest of the set break checking out the view from top of the lawn and smoking tuff on some finger hash from Vegas. We also drafted out fantasy songs for the second set.
It was Page's time to shine with a Rock and Roll opener. Rocking, uplifting, delicious jam. Nice interplay with Mike and Page during the last part of the jam. The segue into Ghost was a bit... sloppy... but I didn't care. I was happy to hear it.
"That's for me," boasted Benjo who had selected Ghost for his fantasy pool.
The fog rolled in, beams of Kuroda's lights bounced off the thick parts of the fog as the Ghost jam delved off into some space-funk. And another botched segue as they stumbled into Mike's Song, but who cares. Glad to hear it. No Hydrogen, but they snuck a savory Simple into the mix before a seg into Backwards. I went to the back of the lawn and twirled around with the spun out girls. I took a leak during Show of Life because I was holding it in the entire show. Not one piss song until then. We smoked heavy upon my return.
The fog returned for Seven Below and I was giddy at the prospect of that tune being a vehicle for an intense jam. I kept thinking about that Seven Below > Ghost jam from Albany, which is some of the best Phish I heard in the 3.0 era. Just as my expectations grew -- they abruptly changed direction and wandered into Weekapaug. More fatty Mike bass as he led the charge down the groove highway. The freaks quickly followed.
YEM was the anchored of the second set which had only one lull -- Show of Life. Solid version with a couple of loose corners in the jam. The boys finished strong.
Encore was a smoking Good Times Bad Times. Love it when Page tries to hit those Robert Plant high notes. Trey ripped the shit out of the solo, as per usual. Overall, the mellow night on Thursday set the pace for a raging Friday. One could not have happened with the other. I have no idea what we're gonna get on Saturday, but at this point, as the saying of the trip has been... "who cares!"
Late night epilogue... headed back to the Friedman's hotel for a quick fiesta. Then we made it back to the Marina. I got us home safely. As we walked down the hallway to our room, I could hear music pumping out. Ah, the Joker was back and I entered our room with a dozen people in the middle of the post-party. We recorded a couple of podcasts, went out to the docks, got hazy-digital (thought I saw a UFO hiding in the purple clouds), and then let the evening wind down. We made pre-party plans for the final show on Saturday and now we're waiting to blast off.
Two down. One more Greek to go.Переслать - Wook Patrol Podcast: Friday Greek - Cows & Disco Ball Helmets and Benjo's Wook Patrol
We're back. Live from Berkeley. The Wook Patrol podcast returned with two episodes featuring the Joker, Pauly, and Benjo.Episode 15: Cows and Discoball Hemlets - The Pauly and the Joker return with a post-show episode. They chat about the Joker's encounter with the cow people while he and Carrie were rocking the Disco Ball helmets.
Thanks for listening to Coventry's podcast The Wook Patrol. To listen to older episodes from Horning's and Phish summer tour, then visit the Wook Patrol archives.
Episode 16: Greek Wook Patrol Update with Benjo - Pauly asks Benjo to give him the run down on the wook trying to jump the fence in the back of the Greek, and the cops who were busting them.
And thanks to Dan from Pokerati.com for FTP hosting.Переслать - Phish 08/06/10 Greek Theatre Night 2 Photo Dump
Carrie and I had a sick spot down front and got some amazing photos...check them out:
Переслать - Phish 8/6/10 Greek Theatre Night 2 Set List
The Phish returns...
The Phish 8/6/10 Greek Theatre, Berkeley, CA
Set 1: Chalkdust Torture, Guyute, Ocelot,Its Ice, Cities > MoMA Dance, Bathtub Gin, Stealing Time from the Faulty Plan
Set 2: Rock & Roll > Ghost > Mike's Song > Simple > Backwards Down The Number Line, Show of Life Seven Below > Weekapaug Groove, You Enjoy Myself
Encore: Good Times Bad Times
Thanks to us for the setlist.Переслать - The Greek Night 1 Recap: Mellow Thursday
Mellow.
That's the best word to describe the opening night at the Greek and summed up the music, the song selection, the scene, the vibe, the venue, and the crowd. Mellow. And not in a bad way. We had fun. Believe me, we all had fun and raged it up, but with mellow undertones.
A friend of the Joker's, J-Law, lives in Berkley and she summed up this town the best, "Berkeley is totally not what people expect. It's not as big as a party scene, with not as many hippies as you think. "
But if anything, it's mellow. The Greek is nestled in the hills on the campus of UC-Berkeley. Simply put, there's no parking lot scene. No Shakedown. Just a lot of wastrels wandering around windy streets in the hills. Any of the university parking lots were closed off until the work/school day ended. As a result, the tiny streets surrounding campus were packed with clueless people in cars stuck in traffic while looking for anything remotely resembling a parking lot. Our crew settled on street parking. Carrie and the Joker scored a premium spot 2 blocks south of the Greek on Hearst. My girlfriend lucked out with a spot a block around the corner.
I have a theory about the lot: the lot scene directly affects the vibe of the show. For example, the Miami lot scene was a vast wasteland of fuckedupness. With people arriving at the Miami lots in early afternoon, they had five or six hours to get really cooking and sauced. It also gave dealers an opportunity to flood the scene with their illicit drugs. The crowd was rocked to the tits and rowdy in Miami and affected the shows. It reminded me of Phish trying to be a beastmaster and taming the monster (crowd).
At the Greek, the lack of the lot scene meant it was a mellower crowd. It seemed like without much of a pre-party scene, heads got in line earlier than usual. After all, it was a GA show, but without anything to do, fans went with their only option -- wait in line. The show was scheduled at 6:30 to accommodate an early curfew -- anywhere from a 10pm to 11pm curfew. It was going to be an early start and early night for Phish, which contributed to the mellowness of the night.
Carrie didn't have a ticket, so the Joker stood in line for a Pollack at 2pm. He was one of the last people to snag a poster and within minutes, he traded a Pollock for a ticket. Carrie was set. We arrived shortly after and it felt a little weird drinking in a parked car on a random hill. I ate a batch food from a joint on Shattuck and almost soiled myself. Luckily I found a cafe with a toilet. They were out of TP, so I had to use industrial sandpaper paper towels to wipe myself. As a result, I clogged the shitter. That's how I ended my first night of pre-partying. A clogged toilet.
We waited in line which slowly inched up. Little to no sales. Lots of Kush going around. Grams of DMT were selling for $150. Extra tickets were $200-250. One guy was holding up a bunch of $20 bills. That's not going to work. You need to be holding up three or four Benjamins. That's what gets people's attention.
After a light search, we got inside around 5:40pm with most of the key spots filled up. By 6pm, the inside of the Greek looked almost packed to capacity. The Friedmans saved us spots on Fishman's side about four or five rows up. The only bad spot in the Greek are parts of the sloping lawn.
"The last time I was here (for Cheese)," said Wildo, "There was a naked guy up on the lawn, and he was jerking off."
Before the show began, I took note of a few signs like "Sweet Jane" and "Chalkdust Reprise." A few guys were holding up stuffed fished while a handful wore togas, including Fink and the Wookie. Benjo and I drafted first set songs to gamble on, while folks in my section were speculating if the boys were going to cover any Dead tunes.
They took the stage at 6:50, only 20 minutes after the posted time on my ticket. They are usually 35-40 minutes late, but working under duress with a strict curfew. Possum opener was a big wet sloppy welcome back kiss. It was warm and nice, but definitely a lil wet and sloppy. Wolfman's included a little more groping, but I sensed the boys were still shaking off any rust that they acquired during the four-week layoff. I always think of church during Divided Sky with lots of converted souls thrusting their arms into the air.
Funky Bitch was a standout. I wasn't expecting it, which made it a pleasant surprise. In the late 90s, Funky Bitch was probably one of the Top 3 songs that I wanted to hear at every show. It's a sincere treat these days and as the show progressed, it stood out as a personal highlight.
All I recall about Kill Devil Falls are the blunts that kept getting passed my way via one of my industrious friends who rolled three during the first set. I was irked at Halley's Comet. For the first time since the show began, Phish finally got on a roll and rediscovered their groove. Alas, just when their jam was taking off, it was abruptly halted by Trey who pushed everyone into Sample in a Jar. It was like having hot a sweaty sex and then all of a sudden your girlfriend tells you to stop because she wants to cuddle. Trey tried to make it up to everyone with an over-the-top ending jam in Sample, but I was still salty with the direction of the set. Why play Halley's if you're not gonna let it rip? That's a vehicle for some serious booty shaking.
NICU was fun, and as expected Bouncin' was the "Pauly takes a piss song" of the set. The boys smoked the shit out of Antelope, but just when things were grooving, it was time for a set break. 80 minute first set. Good, yet mellow.
The sun went down during set break. Benjo and I drafted new songs for the second set. We debated the effects of mixing uppers and downers, while smoking tuff. If anything, there was a ton of heavy weed toking going on in the crowd. It's NoCal after all, but the excess herbage added to the mellower crowd.
Bathroom lines were ridiculous. "Did y'all piss on the fence?" wondered the Joker, since that was what mostly everyone had resorted to doing to alleviate the stress of holding it in.
Down with Disease was a mixed bag. They took a shot at a jam and missed. I'm happy they took a chance, but they definitely got a little lost.
"Is this an Oxy jam?" wondered Benjo when he looked a little perturbed with mindless Trey noodling.
"Naw," I reassured him. "They just made a wrong turn and got a little lost."
Free set everyone back on track. I took notice of the jittery lights for the first time all night. Thumbs up. Noticed Mike sounded spectacular in the sound mix. Sometimes you can't hear him enough and he gets drowned out.
I just recall smoking a ton of hash during Alaska. The next batch of the show was my favorite with Get Back on the Train and Maze. Funk, then smoke. In that order. I jotted down in my notes that Get Back on the Train was the first time all show when I felt that Phish had finally got their proverbial shit together. Maze was a rollercoaster of emotions. Parts of the jam were tight and sloppy, which is always an interesting combo. But whoever was manning the "confetti canon" was spot on with the release of the confetti bomb because it exploded on cue when Trey pulled out of the Maze jam. Even Wildo noticed that bit. "Perfect timing," he added.
I had already taken a piss, so during Joy I looked up pizza joints for the post-show party back at our hotel. My girlfriend was giving me shit about it on Twitter. Wildo thought that I was a genius. "I'm hungry and I got cash," is what he said to me. I tried to order three pies from North Shore Pizza online, but ran into a connection issue and my order was killed. By then Joy was almost over, so I just bookmarked their phone number.
Tweezer was all Mike. Nothing more to say than that. Listen for yourself.
Fluffhead is/was/will always be a crowd favorite. My only gripe about Fluffhead is that it appears a little too much in rotation. Maybe if they just scale it back and play it every fifth or six show instead of every third or fourth, it would pack a more powerful punch.
Benjo, my buddy who is French and has now seen seven shows enjoyed Fluffhead, one of the songs he was looking forward to hearing. "They were building up to that peak," he mentioned. "It was tight and well executed."
For the encore, Trey grabbed a sign that read "Stage Banter" and he asked everyone to thank Paul Languedoc for building him a new guitar -- his fifth. Trey had it for a week or so and was so fucking pumped to have a new toy. Now I understood why parts of the first set were a little reticent -- Trey was still feeling out his new axe. He waited until the second set to finally let her rip.
Once Trey finished talking about his new badass guitar, they tore into an Exile on Main Street cover which Phish has been playing for years -- Loving Cup. I'm not complaining, but I'd like to hear Torn and Frayed enter the rotation more frequently, or some other tunes from Exile.
Tweezer Reprise ended the set with Trey hoisting his new Languedoc high over his head in true rock star fashion. He loves it too much to smash it to pieces a la Pete Townsend or Jimi Hendrix.
And that's was it. The show ended. Trey had a new guitar. We had a fun, but mellow show. One night down at the Greek. Two more to go.
Epilogue... we returned to our hotel. We partied it up. The Wookie almost passed out in Wildo's bed. The pizzas finally arrived. We bough almost $80 worth. The driver almost balked when I handed him a $100 bill. "Take it. It's not a fugazi. It's from the poker room at the Rio in Las Vegas."
As we were winding down the night, we heard the ruckus in the hallway. First of all, our hotel has like five buildings and it reminded me of a college dorm on a Saturday night with plenty of people hanging out, smoking up, blasting music, and wandering around wasted. I guess our building was the pet-friendly one, which meant that random tour dogs were all over. The suite next to us had two huge ass dogs. I think they were Shetland ponies. With the dogs around, it was easy to spot one older surly guy. When I was paying for the pizzas he was making a scene and kicking one of the doors down the hall. An hour later, the local police had him in handcuffs and were dragging him outside. In all, five squad cars were outside. We peeked through our blinds and saw two guys slumped against the back of one car while handcuffed and a group of four officers were huddled trying to figure out what to make of the scene. We stuff a wet towel in front of the door, double bolted the fucker, and stayed in our room. Who knows who else got hauled off and for what offense.
At the July4th show, we had a crazy scene at our custy hotel in Alpharetta. Two sets of tanks were up on the third and fourth floors. The local cops shut that down and dragged out a wook in handcuffs, but allowed the Joker to have his dance party in the lobby.
Never a dull day on Phish tour. The last two night's I've been on tour, the police showed up at the hotel at 4am. Let's hope that doesn't happen again!Переслать
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