
Not much room for hate here. I know there are those who desire to read tales from Phish tour of ecstasy-addled-lost-children in the lot or a breast-feeding-wook nourishing her tour spawn within twenty rows of the stage; but this past weekend even these things could not detract from my enjoyment. Im not going to get into the setlist or Mike's playing or the shooting stars or any of that. Saratoga was a great show, but on Friday night in Hartford I felt and was moved by the Vibration of Life. The music, the lights, the moments. It was fucking incredible. See you retards in Cali.
"when was the last time one of you picked up a fucking book!"