Ladies and gentlemen… we’ve reached that bittersweet stretch of summer where only three shows remain.

Sure, a few gigs loom down south in September but let’s be real, that’s fall tour. (Sorry Halloween hopers, but we call it like we see it.)

So onward we go to SPAC:
A venue dripping in memory and myth.
Nick’s first taste? 1995. (I think they actually played Taste)
Matt’s? 2004. (they did not play Taste)
One was still a boy. The other a man. God. Sh1T.

Expectations in the lot are high.
This summer has had some amazing peaks (and what's lower than a Valley?).  
All in all, exactly how we like it.

Today on Insuphishient we gently, gently glaze over Forest Hills nights one and two like they’re overcooked bagels and then we yank the ripcord straight into SPAC.

Because whatever happens this weekend, we are lucky.
Lucky to have this tour.
Lucky to have this band.
Lucky to all be in this weird universe together.

Let’s take it home.
It’s Phish. It’s SPAC. It’s Insuphishient.

Let’s go.

If you are new always listen to the latest show first!