The usual strong 1994 first set, more or less - Phish came out for the first frame with a hell of a lot of verve in those days, none of today's occasional time-killing and warmups. The second set is a classic. Peaches, OK fine, but THEN: Bowie jumps off from Page's shy little post-Peaches chords into a soaring 'Mind Left Body' jam. (No, it's not a song, just a standard jam structure common to the Dead and Phish and every other group of musicians that's ever attempted a little free improv.) Through the changes, and the jam is a scorcher in the virtuosic Phish '94 style (clattering non-grooves, Big Weirdness from Trey, silly quotes and teases, the total absence of funk, the whole white-boy limit-case casual-fan-alienating weltanschauung if you will). Both Tweezer and YEM get the sort of big honking guitar-driven cock-rock workouts we don't hear anymore. Which is OK, but damn! These guys put on a great and *deeply unusual* show in those days, and that kind of committed wackiness takes guts - or else a colossal heedlessness. I say it's 'guts' and recommend this show as a shining example thereof, and good day to you then.