Row Knows

Night two across the Southern sector of the country brought us three hours west of Asheville, and into a more fitting stereotype of the South. What can’t be said about Knoxville can easily said about Asheville. Knoxville is a quaint college town with a clichéd SEC feel to it; however, since the circus had arrived into town, that subtle “football is god” mentality had evaporated for the night being. Another day, another a plethora of freaks, and I couldn’t of asked for a better gathering in Knoxville. To go from the intimate feeling of Asheville to the sheer magnitude of Knoxville was fulfilling in a way, it was like suddenly being awakened.

I arrived in Knoxville and met up with a few friends and we rode into the lot. The police presence was known in Knoxville, but so were the extras, so no one was really complaining. In a way, the irony of seeing several fans piss within a foot of an empty cop car was somewhat symbolic of how this community has so much going on under the radar.

The energy was still present from last night’s show, but the fans attending the show were three times last night’s capacity. Seating was a free for all, and only at a Phish show could you steal seats and get away with it. Despite the abundance of extras present in the lot, the venue was nearly full. The band started the show with “Runaway Jim”, and right off the bat the band appeared more relaxed than at the Asheville Civic Center. Jim was solid and had the crowd rocking. Then the real heat came, “Punch You In The Eye.” This version was close to flawless, and wasn’t nearly the train wreck I had witnessed at Hampton. The crowd soaked in every moment of it, and then the boys decided to take an energy nose dive, they chose “Ocelot” as the next song in the set. Read More »

The thought of Phish playing in the secluded city of Asheville, North Carolina brings about vibrations of unrepressed joy for me. For Asheville is a beacon of light in a state that has drowned itself with socially unconscious laws and norms, for this was also the first time that Phish would descend upon this wonderful city, and in fitting fashion, Phish delivered what was expected of Asheville. The Civic Center (also known as Thomas Wolfe Auditorium) holds a mere 7,400 people, which for most rock bands falls within the par of playing arenas. However, Phish falls within the elite group of bands that can fill stadiums and fields without hesitation. So for them to choose a smaller arena like Asheville, meant that they were attempting to give back to the fans. Instantly the demand for tickets was out of control, and proved to be a fine example of how the age of technology has enhanced scalping techniques, and hindered the casual fan.

I arrived from Atlanta, and found myself within what almost amounted to a mirage of entropy. It seemed surreal to see my favorite city so overcrowded, and yet so jovial too. The euphoria was more widespread than the warm mountain air that afternoon. Vendors were dispersed throughout the town, as a central shakedown street was somewhat void, so fans made due with these constraints. Per usual, the Asheville police did a wonderful job of realizing the modus operandi of jam band fans, and left them to their own devices (for the most part).

The vibe entering the arena can only be compared to that of any special Phish show, the few were beyond ecstatic about seeing the boys in the glorious Civic Center. We staked out a rail Page side, and began to wait for the lights to go down. The usual pre show banter was abundant, what song would open the show, could they bust this out, etc. I’ll admit the opening choice of “Kill Devil Falls” garnished a mixed reaction from the crowd. It was quite palpable who had been around and who was just showing up to the Rodeo. That being said, once the band got to the jam portion of the song, the crowd locked in with the band, and we were off for the night. “Moma Dance” was funked out and had some brief moments that brought me back to the funk days of the band. Then what I perceive to be the first bad choice in set placement of the night, “Sample in a Jar” was next, and I feel it somewhat deterred us from what I hoped would be a show packed with improvisation. “Stash” followed and it was solid, and did contain a couple of dark moments during the jam. What followed next could only happen at a Phish show. Read More »