Set 1: 46 Days, The Moma Dance > Cities -> Plasma, Bouncing Around the Room, Sigma Oasis, Run Like an Antelope > Say It To Me S.A.N.T.O.S.

Set 2: A Wave of Hope > Twist > Scents and Subtle Sounds > Everything's Right -> Boogie On Reggae Woman > Also Sprach Zarathustra > A Life Beyond The Dream > Harry Hood

Encore: Wilson > Slave to the Traffic Light

[We would like to thank Brad Strode (@c_wallob) for recapping last night's show. -Ed.]

First of all, I would like to thank the inimitable @zzyzx for his excellent write-up of Night 1, and for all the work he’s done for stat nerds like me. My Seattle story is the opposite of Mr. Zzyzx. While he moved here 30 years ago, I grew up in the Seattle area (about 30 miles North in the little town of Snohomish) before moving to Boston and then to North Carolina, where I have lived for 20 years. My memories of the Seattle Center run deep; way back to the days of the Fun Forrest and the Seattle Coliseum (followed by Key Arena), and school field trips to the Pacific Science Center. Needless to say, it is quite an experience to return all these years later with my wife, our 2 dogs (Stormy and Stella Blue), and our Phish family to enjoy our favorite band.

Saturday continued the “fooler” weekend, offering phans comfortable temperatures and dry conditions to enjoy some time at the Seattle Center fountain and surrounding plazas before the show. The vibes on both Friday and Saturday were excellent. Apart from some issues with the size of bags being strictly enforced, everything about the Climate Pledge Arena experience was fairly easy and carefree. A friend who joined me on Friday night for her second Phish show ever noted, “It just seems like everyone is really happy to be here.” I couldn’t agree more. I love everything about this (and Happy Birthday TS).

[We would like to thank David Steinberg aka @zzyzx for recapping last night's show. -Ed.]

As someone who is a few weeks away from the 30th anniversary of living in Seattle (Q: What do you call someone who moved to Seattle 30 years ago? A: A transplant!), I have a name for days like we had for most of the week leading up to the Phish run. I call them "foolers."

Friday was a great example of such a thing. The sun was shining. The sky was blue with nary a cloud to see. It was about 70 degrees. Flowers and trees were blooming everywhere; on the right block you'd get ridiculously fragrant air. No matter which direction you turned, there were snowcapped mountains on the horizon. Even to the north, the rarely observed Mt. Baker - some 85 miles away from Seattle - was easily seen out on the horizon.

I had friends in town like many Phish fans. I shifted my work schedule up temporally and booked early to meet them. I took them to the Queen Anne Hill viewpoint where we got someone holding an SLR to take our photo with Rainier in the background. We offered to take hers in exchange but she was waiting for some mysterious group. A few minutes later, Lizzy shushed us and pointed to our left where a man suddenly got down on a knee and proposed. The no-longer girlfriend weepingly accepted, we applauded, our new friend was snapping away. It was that kind of day!

Set 1: Free, Bathtub Gin, Evolve, Stash, Pebbles and Marbles, Farmhouse, Suzy Greenberg > Walls of the Cave

Set 2: Chalk Dust Torture > Light -> Chalk Dust Torture > Fuego -> Monsters, Piper > Backwards Down the Number Line

Encore: Sleeping Monkey, My Friend, My Friend