Phish getting comfy on night two at the 1STBANK Center - 10/11/10
10.11.10 | 1STBANK Center
Settling in for night two of three at the 1STBANK Center, the crowd and the members of the band seemed to be making themselves at home. Anastasio flashed a smile before sending the opening chords of "Runaway Jim" bouncing around the arena. The rolling guitar chords and tale of a free-spirited canine who didn't come home until he was seventeen (that's 119 to you and me) was a fitting opener, immediately whipping the crowd into a dance frenzy.
Mike Gordon's bass was noticeably more full in the room from the get-go. Whereas on Sunday night the low end seemed dull, last night you could feel the chest-pounding pressure right away. Next, the band moved into "Foam" -- with Anastasio and keyboardist Page McConnell (for the most part) nailing the intricate and overlaying composed parts over Gordon's poppy bass lines.
Gordon's thumping bass was also the highlight of "Wolfman's Brother," with McConnell laying down on a funky Billy Preston-esque clavinet as the song moved from the composed section to the five-minute jam at the end. Even the stodgy security guard on the stairs below our suite stopped hassling people long enough to bob her head to the dance fest in front of her.
Anastasio brought the song back in for a landing before launching back off into "Reba," another of the earlier composed numbers for which the band is known. A short "Haley's Comet" seemed more like a moment of musical ADD as it quickly moved into an extended and downright dirty "Tweezer."
After getting shortchanged with a six-minute version of the bass-slapping goodness in Telluride this past August, it was satisfying to have the jam-centric tune stretched out to nearly twelve minutes this go-around.
After the initial rock-funk explosion, the song transitioned to silky-smooth funk guitar lines over McConnell's creamy Fender Rhodes and eventually onto a more classic guitar shred-fest before slowing the song back down at the end.
I made my way around the arena during the new Gordon tune, "What Things Seem," half paying attention to the bass-heavy, smoky pool-hall shuffle of a song while again suite-hopping. The room didn't feel nearly as hot last night as it did on Sunday, but a trip down to the floor still left me drenched in sweat from dancing and dodging other people dancing.
The band closed out the set with a blistering "Run Like an Antelope," with Anastasio changing around part of the lyrics from the name "Marco Esquandolas" to a game of Marco Polo with 6,500 fishes out of water before dropping into the final blistering guitar solo of the song.