There might be some, rightfully so, that will be able to describe the technical aspects of what is to my ears the best show of the year by anybody, bar none. That would not be me. Rather, I rather try to tackle the daunting task to describe to you what my heart felt last night. And it is telling me that NYC was the epicenter of the musical universe. That some my friends felt that they had never felt the full spectacle of glorious sound and lights bathing us in its regality such as they felt it last night and that would pretty much sum up my feelings, too. That I'd never attended a "Festival" show until last night (only NYC show attended, had to) because the axiom "never miss a Sunday show" (thanks Chris Kramer… ) was in full force last night. So for those in attendance such as myself that believe in such a phrase was beyond rewarded by the band with an unbelievably patient and fully fleshed out performances of whatever they chose to play. That the song selection was virtually impeccable to my eyes and its execution virtually flawless to my ears was really beside the point. Their ability to listen to each other was paramount to creating the wall of sound. This band was fueled by the individual performances, combining them to create something that was aimed for the common good of the music. And our ears and eyes. They played for themselves and their enjoyment. We 20,000 or so just happened to be standing around to hear and watch their loving life and, just as importantly, loving themselves and loving playing with each other in the musical sense. I believe one did not have to see or hear this performance, rather if you were lucky enough to be in the middle of NYC, on an island literally surrounded by all four of the five major boroughs, you could just feel the energy as it bristled off the stage. No stone was left unturned, they unleashed every aspect of their legacy upon us. Starting the show with an unprecedented Sand opener, they sent the signal out at the start that this was not going to be any mere show but proof positive that in their 31st year that if anybody thought that their might be some sort of soft underbelly that came along with Fuego the album that they were intent to prove, once again, how their love of their fans and their self-respect of each other can and will drive this band well into the 21st Century. This show to my ears would be considered a stand-out in any era. I believe time will be most kind to 7/13/14. I've already listened to the memorex of the show but really did not need to hear it again because last night is seared into every fiber of my being. Life for one night was freely lived and enjoyed. And Phish reminded me, once again, why they are the best expletive deleted band in the universe. It is going to be tough not to wear out the memorex of this one. So in conclusion the best endorsement of this show is simply to suggest that one and all download the show. Download cost: about $10 sans physical ticket. The joys of the play back: Priceless! Phish to my ears and evidently to the multitude around me that raged it as hard as I did won. Again. And life is looking pretty damm good to those that are going to see shows for the rest of the year. Phish unleashed the musical beast last night. Because all they want us is to be is to be happy happy. See you on the other side (that would be Merriweather next for me) of this continuing and ever-evolving journey.