Phish Brings Out 20+ Minute “Disease” In Energetic Alpharetta Opener [Watch/Recap]

first_imgFor the eighth time in their career, Phish took the stage at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre at Encore Park in Alpharetta, GA along their 2016 fall tour. Five shows in, the tour as a whole has been heavy on the new Big Boat material, though certainly making room for a hearty serving of their classic material. Phish seems to be locked in as they go, hitting the Southeast with a gusto. How would their much anticipated return to Alpharetta fare?The band got started with “A Song I Heard The Ocean Sing,” playing the darker tune for the first time on tour. Trey Anastasio took it into a whirlwind solo, before releasing the tension with lighthearted versions of “AC/DC Bag” and “Back On The Train.” With the looseness of two groovy tracks, the rhythm section of Jon Fishman and Mike Gordon fueled a great jam out in “Blaze On.” Phish seems to be putting longer jams in the first set, and while “Blaze On” stayed within the box (aka Type I), it was evident that the band was tight-knit and having a ton of fun.Watch the official stream of “A Song I Heard The Ocean Sing” below.Gordo got to take the lead next, as the band brought out “Sugar Shack” for the first time on this tour. Trey nailed the song’s carefree melody throughout, extending it for a nice solo with some fun arpeggios. This was a longer version than usual, adding an exciting energy to the song. Page McConnell took the lead next, singing along on the peppy new Big Boat tune “Things People Do.”Next up was a rocking “Birds Of A Feather,” with Trey leading a great tension-build and release solo. This was a tight jam that kept the energy of the first set high, but it was a “Mercury” that was a real highlight of the set. Though “Mercury” didn’t appear on Big Boat, it was debuted at the same time as tunes like “Blaze On” and “No Men’s.” Now played for the second time on this tour, it’s certainly exciting to have the song in a tighter rotation. Fishman played the Marimba Lumina at times during the song’s lighter section. This was a great “Mercury,” as the band extended the version with a tight jam out at the end.“Let’s Go” came up next, another new original tune that was left off the new album. “Let’s Go” was actually the center of a discussion in the Roling Stone interview that was published today, as producer Bob Ezrin opted to leave the Gordo original off the album despite his and Trey’s objections. The upbeat number was played for only the second time, but let’s hope it stays in rotation. It’s a fun one! “Alaska” came next, treating the Alpharetta crowd to some bluesy funk. This was a raging version of “Alaska,” but the band took the mood into a sentimental place with their new song, “More.” The track came to life in the live setting, with Trey rolling out some great guitarwork to bring the song, and set, to a grand conclusion.After the break, it was Gordo that hit the opening rumbles of set two with a blistering, 21-minute version of “Down With Disease.” The jam started out with rock and roll energy and turned a corner into a more floating segment, but then curved back into some deeper bass-driven grooves. This was an exploratory “Disease,” moving into a progressive rock sound before Trey led the jam into a rock and roll call-and-response. Things only got spacier, drawing deeper into an exploratory funk before Trey moved over the Marimba Lumina and really nailed the low-end synth bombs. He eventually picked back up the guitar and rocked the opening notes of “Carini.”Watch the official stream of “Down With Disease” below.The “Carini” quickly went into an ambient jam session, as the band kept things lighthearted in a typically heavy song. The light touch continued as the group segued into Fuego track “Winterqueen,” and this was a beautiful version with a nice, soaring solo. Trey brought the song to a close with its melody, but it was Fishman that ushered in the subsequent “Ghost.” The improvisational section went from rhythmically funky to melodically uplifting, then back to slow and funky to close out the song.Page then hammered out the opening notes of “Possum,” and Trey kept the song loose and rocking. This was clearly a crowd pleaser, with the energy riding high. It was the tour debut of “Slave To The Traffic Light” that would bring the set to a close, putting a truly triumphant finale to a great set of music.For their encore, Phish closed out the show with their first cover of the night, Rolling Stones’ “Loving Cup.” Trey was absolutely shredding the ending of the song, bringing one last beautiful buzz to Alpharetta. This was a great memorable night of music from Phish, and we can’t wait to hear what they have in store for night two tomorrow.You can see the full Phish.net setlist below.Setlist: Phish at Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre at Encore Park, Alpharetta, GA – 10/21/16Set 1: A Song I Heard the Ocean Sing, AC/DC Bag > Back on the Train, Blaze On, Sugar Shack, Things People Do, Birds of a Feather, Mercury, Let’s Go, Alaska, MoreSet 2: Down With Disease > Carini > Winterqueen > Ghost > Possum > Slave To The Traffic LightEncore: Loving CupThis show was webcast via Live Phish. The Birds was quoted at the end of BOAF.last_img read more

Outdoor D-Bags

first_imgNo, we are not talking about dirtbags here. In the outdoors, as in life, you will encounter personalities that rub you the wrong way, offend you, repel you, and even cause you to reconsider every life choice you’ve ever made. It’s time to meet the worst people in the outdoor world.Many years ago, as a sneaky teenager flirting with the prospect of shoplifting, I slipped through the carved wooden doors of Mountain Chalet, the mountaineering shop in my hometown. There, a taut and tanned employee spent hours helping me select the internal frame backpack on which I’d spend a year’s worth of babysitting earnings.I was indecisive, so she showed me pack after pack. She demonstrated how to adjust the straps. She even added and removed sand bags so I could feel how different packs distributed weight. As she buzzed around, I noticed a shiny Petzl headlamp left on the counter, tags still on. I couldn’t afford both the pack and the light, but I wanted both. It wasn’t even a decision; I simply knew I’d steal the headlamp, and I monitored it throughout my pack-fitting endeavor hoping no one would put it back where it belonged, with the other pricey headlamps under lock and key.But between fastening that hip belt on my tenth pack and ringing up my purchase an hour later, I made a better choice. Crime was not in my future. Instead, I wanted to be just like the woman who helped me, a muscled and confident part-time Outward Bound instructor who had regaled me with tales of skiing Pikes Peak, sea kayaking in Baja and cooking a Thanksgiving turkey in a pit dug way out in the Utah desert.This was circa 1990, and that kind, expansive woman lured me into what would become a very long and persevering relationship with outdoor adventures. Since then, I’ve met many an intrepid, inspiring explorer. But in the past 26 years I have also met multitudes of people who, frankly, were annoying as hell. Unlike that guardian angel who inadvertently kept me out of juvie, there are people who gravitate to the outdoors who are selfish, shallow, and self-absorbed. Douchebags. A-holes. Worse. We bet you know a few. If not, here are some of the ones we find most offensive.The DiminutizerBefore going to college, I took a semester off and landed a scholarship for a Colorado Outward Bound School backcountry ski and mountaineering course. For 12 days in January, we skied and camped in the Collegiate Mountains near Leadville, and I discovered I loved skinning uphill. I also learned I had a paralyzing fear of exposure. Despite gravity’s steadfast ability to keep my body earth-bound, I entertained visions of plummeting off mountainsides, even when there were no nearby cliffs to tumble from. This fear manifested in shaking legs and tearful eyes, short breaths, and a proliferation of snot, all of which came on in force the day we skied to the top of Mount Elbert, Colorado’s highest peak at 14,439 feet. The instructor who was stuck with me clearly thought he got the short end of the stick when I stopped mid skin and refused to advance.“This isn’t even steep!” he exclaimed. I stifled a sob and shuffled forward, dizzy with doubt. “Seriously,” he continued, “I did harder climbs when I was nine.” I whimpered. “You realize you’re not mountaineer quality, right?” I asked if we had to reach the summit. Jaw clenched, he nodded. Under his breath, but loud enough so I could hear, he whispered he was so sick of this shit. Then he said out loud, “One more month. That’s all that’s standing between me and Everest.” We made the summit and I even skied down. He was the first true asshole I met in the outdoors, but definitely not the last.dsc_0366Caveman CollectiveThe LocalSeveral years ago my husband and I skied out the gate into the backcountry abutting Wyoming’s Jackson Hole Mountain Resort. We followed tracks south to the top of a popular canyon called Four Pines. While we contemplated our options for descending, a group skied up with enough duct tape on their ski poles to hold a life raft together. When they lifted their goggles, the raccoon tans on their faces were so severe it led to a singular conclusion: These men and women skied all day, every day. They eyed us up and down and then boldly asked, “You from around here?”“No, we’re from Boulder.”Eye rolls. Then one of them pulled out a phone and dialed a number. “Yo,” she said into the receiver. “In-bounds is over. Meet us on Four Pines. OB is where it’s at.” She paused and glared at us before continuing her conversation. “At least until all the tourons ski it out.”The MoochLast winter, I invited a friend to a fancy, high-priced ski resort for a day on the slopes—my treat. Actually, that’s somewhat disingenuous. I was reporting a story, and the resort PR folks gave me an extra ticket (at my request) so I could bring a friend, which would add color to my piece. So when I say I treated her to a day of skiing, that’s true, but I didn’t pay actual money for her ticket. So maybe I shouldn’t be bothered that she asked me to pay for parking. And for gas money. And she didn’t offer to buy me a beer or lunch or anything to say, hey, thanks for saving me $180 on a day pass. Note to readers: Always offer to buy a beer for the person getting you a discount or pro deal or anything free (even if it didn’t cost them money but came through professional contacts). If they don’t drink, chocolate goes a long way.The BraggartIf he’s child-free and single, it’s the many days he’s logged climbing/camping/mountain biking/living in his truck/surfing in Mexico/surfing in Oregon/driving Canada’s Icefields Parkway/riding Moab/climbing Half Dome/being a raft guide/poaching the wilderness on his mountain bike/boating the Grand Canyon/being fearless and lackadaisical and free—certainly much more free than you, you putz. If he’s got kids, it’s that he’s booked every campsite every weekend from now through three months from now, and that his kid hiked four miles to a remote backcountry campsite without complaint, and that junior can already ski the back bowls and he’s still in kindergarten! This person forgot (or never knew) that there is too much of a good thing, especially when talking about his own awesomeness.The Social Media MavenWho cares how #blessed you are when you #exploremore and #getoutside? Doing #SUPyoga at #sunrise doesn’t make you more #blissed than me. Especially when I see it on your Insta/Twitter/Facebook/Snapchat feed within minutes of said #accomplishment. Instead it’s like #OMFG.The Rearview Mirror LookerMention mountain biking in Crested Butte, and most people exclaim how rad the 401 trail is. Let them have Schofield Pass. The real goods are out of Crested Butte South, up the Cement Creek Drainage, where a 20-plus-mile loop known as Reno/Bear/Flagg/Deadman rewards three quad-burning, multi-mile climbs with as many single track descents. They’re long and flow through meadows of wildflowers, aspen groves, and oasis-like creek crossings. This is supreme mountain bike riding, except for when it’s not. And the conditions are not superlative after heavy storms when pounding rain leaves big divots in the trail, or after the motocross folks tear up the trails, leaving a thick layer of dust where there once was tacky dirt.It’s a Jekyll and Hyde situation, the same trail, two polar opposite experiences. Which means you may end up riding it with someone who starts off raving about the flow, the climbs, only to emerge dusty, bloodied (from falling into the trail ruts), and complaining about how—seriously—this was so amazing last season. “Honestly,” she’ll whine, “you should have ridden it then. It was so rad. You’re really missing out now.”And, if I’m being completely honest, that pain in the ass whiner might actually be me.last_img read more