The jam has a life all its own. It has peaks and valleys. It conjures up images of running through an open field as the sun breaks through the clouds. It is the epitome of Phish. Man, I miss those days.
Hoods are different now.
Punks are gunning glow sticks at people. Fans are getting hit in the face. At the Lemonwheel, Trey caught a flying death wand and graciously threw it back to the crowd. Of course, this prompted several other idiots to immediately start tossing sticks directly at him. The band s view on the glow sticks has obviously changed.