Listen dudes. I love phish. We all do. And I'm particularly fond of talking about the old days and how they're better than the new ones. Sometimes this is true and sometimes it's not. In this case, it's not.

In short: I have no idea why these alpine shows are rated as highly as they are. Fresh off the news the band was going to break up and knowing we weren't going to make it to Coventry, my buddy and I decided to make this our last stand. We're both pretty dedicated fans and both agreed that these shows were two of the worst we'd ever seen. The coke rocks were practically dangling out of trey's nose. No patience. No melody. To complicate matters, a drunk girl vomited on my shoes. To be skipped.