It's interesting that there isn't a single review after three weeks. On the other hand, so many superlatives have been handed out that a "review" doesn't even matter any more.

Upon returning home, a friend of mine, who couldn't make it, said, "For a few days, the entire United States was talking about the Grateful Dead." I find that a little bizarre and interesting, sort of like rubbernecking a wreck or something.

Perhaps the most amazing thing about this run was that they pulled it off without a hitch. While I didn't experience the best sound in section 130 (430 was ironically superior), I absolutely loved the confidence they demonstrated on this night. This was not the same group as in Santa Clara. Maybe the fact that every nook and cranny of Soldier Field was filled to brimming mattered.

The music speaks for itself. As with all things Dead-related, "believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on." About 9 minutes into the Scarlet, Trey emerged as the leader of the band. Phew, what a relief. It was strange, too. Just as he was emerging, he was stepped on (both in the intro and outro to Fire). A non-Phish head friend of mine said, "Damn, they stepped on Trey TWICE!" By the end of this night, many a reluctant enthusiast was rooting for Big Red.

Team Trey!