Author: Brian Bavosa

  • Bavosa’s Mimosas: Phish 3.0 New Year’s Eves

    It’s hard to fathom that Phish has now been back playing together for longer than their “hiatus” (2000-2002) and “break up” (2004-2009) – combined.  Phish 3.0, as this era is commonly called, is also days away from seeing its seventh consecutive New Year’s Eve of the band’s modern day. One of the most sought after tickets amongst fans and most lauded nights of the Phish year on the calendar is certainly one of celebration. As the band caps off a monumental, peak year, leading into the New Year, I break down the New Year’s Eve gags of 3.0, and what the band might have in store for 2016.

    2009

    The Gag:

    From Phish.net: During DWD, as the clock turned midnight, hundreds of balloons were released upon the crowd, fireworks went off on each side of the stage, and a disco ball was lowered onto the pedestal. After DWD, Trey opened the ball and Fish climbed inside. Trey and Mike, with some help from stagehands, proceeded to put the ball in a giant cannon aimed towards a giant net hanging from the rafters with an illuminated “X” on it. Page hit the trigger and purportedly “blasted” the ball through, not only the net, but also the roof of the arena. A searchlight appeared to come through the roof and was accompanied by helicopter sounds. With Fish apparently shot out of the venue, Trey asked if anybody knew how to play the drums and ended up finding Sarah, a girl from Pittsburgh.

    Trey asked how long she had played the drums and what her favorite song was and she responded with six months and Fluffhead respectively. Sarah was surreptitiously replaced by Fish, now wearing a dress identical to Sarah’s and a black wig, who played the entire third set and encore, but Sarah came out at the end of the third set and bowed with the band instead of him. Blue Moon was a Phish debut and was performed as an instrumental while Trey thanked the entire crew. After the show, the disco ball was revealed to have “crashed” into a white car that had been parked in front of the American Airlines Arena with a sign on the windshield stating “This car was driven down from Vermont” and “fueled by maple syrup.”  After being “struck” by the “human cannonball,” the car was emitting smoke and leaking maple syrup and the entire area was cordoned off with police tape.

    Phish – New Year’s Eve 12/31/09 – Miami, FL from Phish on Vimeo.

    Post Auld Lang Syne/Midnight Song:  “Down with Disease”

    My Take: The first New Year’s Eve run of the current era of Phish returned to the American Airlines Arena in Miami. Having played this venue once before in 2003, it was a much welcomed change from the cold, Northeast New Year’s runs that the band played for their home fans seemingly every year throughout their history. Coming off their first, full year back together, Phish seemingly did it all in 2009: comeback shows in March, a full summer tour, a festival, and a fall tour. Needless to say, they were probably a bit tired by this New Year’s run, or at least didn’t leave much time or creativity for the gag, and one that’s rather forgettable, at least in my mind. The Miami run did see some fantastic bust outs and a super show on 12/30, and capped a great return to glory for the band.

    2010

    The Gag:

    From Phish.net: Before midnight, several groups of multiethnic dancers appeared on stage and sang the Meatstick lyrics in their respective languages. The band joined the dancers and then stealthily disappeared from the stage, only to reappear at the other side of the arena in the giant hotdog from past NYE shows (’94 and ’99). As a result, portions of the Meatstick were pre-recorded. Appropriately, the post-show music was Captain Beefheart’s Tropical Hot Dog Night.

    Post Auld Lang Syne/Midnight Song:  “After Midnight”

    My Take: The return to THE venue for New Year’s Eve shows in my opinion, Madison Square Garden, saw Phish and friends perform “Meatstick, the Musical.” Not only was this one the most enjoyable and creative New Year’s gags of 3.0, but it ranks up there for me with the all-time ones. The band put some serious thought into this one. Certainly drawing upon Trey Anastasio’s recent foray into the world of Broadway musicals, having been tapped to co-write the score for Hands on a Hardbody (which would open in the spring of 2012, and eventually 2013 on Broadway), the band enlisted some trained dancers for this awesome rendition of an old, Phish favorite. There was also no mistake that this New Year’s Eve show featured some of the band’s best playing, highlighted by an all-time version of “Ghost” in the second set.

    2011

    The Gag:

    From Phish.net: Prior to Steam, a steam kettle and hot plate went off on stage, with Trey acting like he was attempting to put out the steam. Shortly after the song began, steam also came from the floor near the soundboard area. An amp (with the steam kettle on it), a keytar, a bass, a vacuum, and a few lights were then lifted off the stage. A woman in the front of the stage tossed a “Steam” sign into the front row, then rose with a barricade and security guard before eventually being lifted up over the band. Several other aerialists (clothed in various casual attire, equipped with black backpacks emitting smoke and lights on their backs) subsequently rose up from the crowd and ascended and descended several times. The first aerialist counted down to midnight, at which point balloons were released from the ceiling. The aerialists later returned with lights in their hands for Down with Disease, which also featured Trey and Mike being raised up and back down a few times before finally rising several feet on hydraulic lifts.

    Post Auld Lang Syne/Midnight Song:  “Down with Disease”

    My Take: The second straight New Year’s back at MSG (and the second of four consecutive) saw Phish again take their gag to a higher level. In my opinion, the 3.0 stunts have been better when the band has not played a fall tour, allowing them more time to put energy and effort into their finale for the previous year.

    A newer song “Steam” saw the band levitate both musically – and figuratively. A true sight to behold, the band capitalized on a great, new groove before tearing into the seemingly every-other-year, post-midnight, “Down with Disease.” I’ve said multiple times on the record that “DWD” has the single, most celebratory riff in the band’s catalogue, so there’s no accident that it often ends up being the first song of the New Year. Always welcome in my eyes!

    2012

    The Gag:

    From Phish.net: Trey, Page and Mike came out for the third set in golf carts and began hitting golf balls into the crowd. Fish then arrived on a golf cart wearing donut pants and shirt, an argyle vest, and a golf hat.  Golf carts were brought back on stage during Kung, then began racing past the stage periodically during Chalk Dust. During the Chalk Dust jam, golfers began getting out of the carts, hitting balls into the crowd and dancing on stage.  One of the golfers did the New Year’s countdown from on top of a cart.  Auld Lang Syne was accompanied by balloons dropping from the ceiling and ping pong balls fired from cannons.

    Tweezer Reprise featured Carrie Manolakos on vocals and a number of backup singers. The remainder of the third set and encore featured song titles focusing on a golf theme. Wilson was preceded by an animated Wilson golf ball on the venue’s jumbotrons. Iron Man was preceded by Page coming to the front of the stage to wish the crowd Happy New Year and reference the start of the 30th year of Phish. In an apparent reference to Bob Hope, Page wore a blazer, USS Nimitz ball cap and carried a golf club. Driver was stopped and restarted. This show featured the Phish debuts of Garden Party and Fly Like an Eagle, the first full Phish performance of Iron Man (which was last played December 31, 2003, or 192 shows), and the first ever a cappella Lawn Boy.

    Phish – Official 2012-2013 NYE Countdown from Madison Square Garden in New York, NY from Phish on Vimeo.

    Post Auld Lang Syne/Midnight Song:  “Tweezer Reprise”

    My Take: 2012 saw Phish try something different yet again. Deciding to focus more on a theme than a specific gag, I was impartial to the Golf stunt, mostly because I am a golfer. (My handicap is currently 9 and falling fast!) Featuring racing golf carts around the stage, and the debut of beloved classic rock tune, “Fly Like an Eagle,” this was again a New Year’s stunt that benefited from no fall tour, extra time to prepare and meticulous planning. If they ever do anything golf related again, the band should definitely take some lessons beforehand though. I’ll be waiting for my phone to ring, fellas. Fore!

    2013

    The Gag:

    From Phish.net: After the conclusion of the first set, Trey and Page carried a keyboard-shaped cake out to the front of the stage (with a giant two-dimensional mountain behind it, this created a tableau of the cover of Phish’s Colorado ’88 release), and proceeded to slice and serve cake in honor of their 30th anniversary to fans near the front of the stage. After the cake was served, a video was played showing Fish collecting various props from the band’s previous New Year’s Eve concerts and driving a replica of the band’s “JEMP” truck down to New York City. The truck from the video appeared in Madison Square Garden and was moved to the center of the floor. All of the songs played during both setbreaks were from the year 1983. The band performed the second set standing on top of the truck, using a stripped-down stage setup including hockey sticks for mic stands. Melt contained a DEG tease from Trey. During Grind, the “days lived” stated by the band referenced how old they would be when they returned for their 60th anniversary. During the encore break, a video montage of photographs and film from throughout Phish’s history and previous New Year’s Eve concerts was shown. After the encore, a video image was shown of a “Save the Date” card for Phish’s 60th anniversary show (on December 31, 2043) with each band member digitally aged.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQpdHMbfeAI

    Post Auld Lang Syne/Midnight Song:  “Fuego”

    My Take: 2013, and the fourth consecutive New Year’s Eve at Madison Square Garden, concluded the band’s 30th year together – a true milestone. It’s for this reason that they broke from convention and re-wrote the script to make this NYE extra-special, as only they could. Instead of a traditional gag or stunt where they were isolated at one end of the arena for the third set, the band treated fans to a subtle “thank you” of old school tunes for the second-set, in the middle of the World’s Most Famous Arena. I still get chills thinking about this show, as if offered time to reflect about the past 30 years of Phish –past, present and future – all at the same time. Truly magical.

    2014

    The Gag:

    From Phish.net: The Phish debut of Dem Bones began a cappella, then Fish moved to vacuum. The song was then stopped because, Trey said, the vacuum had become stuck to Fish’s face. Brian Brown and Lee Scott (Trey’s guitar tech and Fish’s drum tech respectively) came out to assist in trying to remove the vacuum and then went behind the stage with Fish to fix the problem, with Mike suggesting they switch it “from suck to blow.” There was the sound of a small explosion and the lights went out. A giant inflatable Fishman then emerged from behind the stage and took off over the crowd, while the balloon drop, including Henrietta donut balloons, occurred and the band played Auld Lang Syne. Trey quoted Martian Monster during his speech at the end of Julius.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2ZTDjJRV-o

    Post Auld Lang Syne/Midnight Song: “The Dogs”

    My Take: 2014 saw a return to Miami, and the first New Year’s not held at Madison Square Garden since 2009. A notable let down in the gag department again, and holds true with my theory of sort of rushing it when they play a fall tour. Add in a super, mega, spectacular Halloween where the band tapped every creative bone in their body for an all-original crop of tunes based on the 1964 Disneyland album Chilling, Thrilling Sounds of the Haunted House, and it’s easy to forgive the band for having a holiday hangover. It was nice though to see some lasers and “The Dogs,” one of those creative Halloween debuts, ring in the New Year.

    2015

    So, what does New Year’s Eve 2015 have in store for Phish fans? The band returns to the Mecca of Madison Square Garden, where let’s face it – there’s just something extra special about Phish, New Year’s and New York. There’s more energy when you are in the center of the universe of one of the rowdiest nights of the year.

    As for the stunt, there could be a Star Wars theme, as some fans are calling. I highly doubt that. There may be a nod to the upcoming shows in Mexico, with possibly a “Mexican Cousin” tie-in. Still seems unlikely, though. Maybe the theme of flowers enveloping the city has something to do with the gag, as it sometimes has in year’s past. Who knows? There could be an “Auld Lang Syne” > “Fluffhead” combo which would most-certainly invoke deafening screams post-midnight in MSG, especially during the “Fluff came to New York!” line. That’s the most plausible of the theories I, and friends have kicked around.

    But, my guess is something entirely different. It’s something no one is expecting, and will be super-creative. (Remember, we didn’t get a fall tour this year). Exactly what will it be? I’m not sure, and that’s half the fun – being surprised and living in the moment.

    So fellow fans, what do you think this year’s gag will be?

    Whatever, the gag, remember to celebrate another year of Phish, friends and fun! Happy New Year!

  • Bavosa’s Mimosas: Turkey Day Thankfulness

    Thanksgiving. A time to sit back, eat, watch some football, eat some more, and spend time at home with family and friends. It is also one of my favorite weekends of the year to see some live music.

    the capitol theatre thanksgiving

    In the music world, the weekend and days surrounding the holiday offer a similar sense of community and celebration. This tradition was started long back, and most notably documented in The Last Waltz, The Band’s star-studded, farewell concert on Thanksgiving night in 1976. While that show took place on the West Coast, its effects have been felt for decades to come all over, especially here in my home of New York City.  In fact, last year saw a performance of The Complete Last Waltz by a laundry list of musicians at The Capitol Theatre in Port Chester, NY, a very short drive or train ride from Manhattan, showing that live music around this joyous, reflective weekend is still alive and well. It is also extremely important to point out the significance of The Last Waltz concert, as it will forever be synonymous with Thanksgiving in the musical world.

    jerry hand

    For many other jam acts, Thanksgiving weekend runs have become as reliable as other holidays like New Year’s Eve and Halloween. I have fond memories of seeing God Street Wine, Blues Traveler, moe., The Disco Biscuits, and all sorts of collaborative efforts over the years in and around NYC during my post-Thanksgiving weekend world of belly-blissfulness. This upcoming Thanksgiving will also see a plethora of choices for local New Yorkers, highlighted by My Morning Jacket’s four night run at The Beacon Theater and what has become a staple, Dark Star Orchestra’s annual weekend shindig at the Playstation Theater in Times Square.

    phish thanksgiving

    But in my mind, there’s one band that cemented the Turkey Day Tradition: Phish. They played a total of seven shows at The Capitol Theatre from 1990-1992.  Four of these shows were right around Thanksgiving, culminating in a still much-lauded set of shows over the Thanksgiving weekend in ’92.  Phish continued their Thanksgiving tradition in years to come, with a ludicrous trio of shows in Worcester in 1998, including the infamous “Wipeout” show, showing that there’s a few ways to shake off the extra pounds added at the dinner table.

    No matter where you live, or what type of music you may choose to see, a common theme is there over Thanksgiving and the days that it lingers on into afterwards. There’s a sense of ease and relaxation about seeing some shows over that weekend, often times close to the hometown that you grew up in, where your most important and defining memories of getting into the live music scene come flooding back into your mind. Chances are you will also get to see some old friends and faces at these shows, as they’ve decided to come home due to the proximity to home and the collective state of togetherness that the holiday exudes. While the shows may be part of a larger tour, they too also seem to take on a relaxed vibe of stopping for a moment amongst all of the craziness and madness of life and the road and say: “We are thankful.” Both the bands and fans alike seem to share this sentiment. It’s for these reasons above that this weekend was, and is, always one of my favorites.

    So, no matter where you live, my point is to get off the couch on Friday and Saturday when you are home, make some plans with old friends, and go out and see some music. The memories that will be made, and the thankfulness that we get to celebrate a bright and vibrant scene, borne out of all that came before it, will be something to truly be thankful for, for years to come.

  • Bavosa’s Mimosas: Perpetual Groove Power

    New York City. The mere mention of the city’s name gets the electricity flowing. Except of course, on August 14, 2003, when the second most-widespread blackout in history at the time, hit the Northeast, including The Big Apple. It was also a handful of hours before a up-and-coming rock quartet from Georgia, Perpetual Groove, were supposed to grace their stage of the now-shuttered Tobacco Road for their first ever headlining show in the world’s wildest city.

    Perpetual GrooveLuckily, or extremely unfortunate for Perpetual Groove, depending on how you view it, I was home in New York for the first time in over six weeks, after just completing the month-long, Phish summer tour, and a number of other concerts once it concluded and was grabbing some stuff for Berkshire Mountain Music Festival (“Berkfest”), which was slated to begin the next day.  “PGroove” as they are affectionately and commonly known, were also scheduled to play the festival. My main touring partner, Adam “Ringo” Neelly, had known the PGroove guys for years and kept talking them up to me as that day arrived and I was looking forward to seeing them in action.  Ringo deserves a book and column himself and I’ll eventually write that one-day.  He’s like a Neal Cassady driving the Furthur bus, with a revolving band of Merry Pranksters.  His heart is made of gold, he can sleep for unprecedented periods of time  – and he’s most certainly wearing a velour jumpsuit behind the wheel.  But with this situation, like most of mine and Ringo’s adventures over the years, we seemingly led each other around in the dark – quite literally, this time.

    Whatever exactly happened next, is a bit hazy, but as front man and guitarist Brock Butler reminds me, I stepped into to save the day and offer some hospitality.  I think I just did what other New Yorker would have tried to do: survive and help out some folks. Whether we headed to my folks in Westchester, or just simply heeded my simplistic advice, we hightailed it out of NYC and simply got the hell out of dodge before the city was effectively shut down for days afterwards.  Anyone who has ever met me knows I’m not one to sit still for very long anyways, so this was the easy move in my eyes.  All I know is what was to be a never-forgotten first show in NYC nearly ended in disaster.  The trip was memorable – certainly for me, and I’m pretty sure for them – for these other circumstances.

    It was, the beginning of a gloriously impactful, reciprocal and important friendship that I forged with the band, and maintain to this day.  We also hung out at Berkfest that weekend, talking, partying and swapping stories long into the night and early morning.  I vividly recall conversations about music, the road and life with most of the band.  Keyboardist Matt McDonald told me he and drummer Albert Suttle had joined the band during a stint in the army, which blew my mind!  I remember thinking McDonald had already experienced several lifetimes of stuff by this point of his life.  I’m glad he and I have gotten to experience a lot more together since.  Suttle seemed like the quiet and reasonable one, the gentle giant. He also boasts an amazing t-shirt collection, complete with quips and witty phrases.

    At some point, Butler began strumming an acoustic guitar – something he often does – and began what was effectively my first ever Brock solo, show.  The few, others backstage also stopped what they were doing and paid diligent attention to Butler. Simply put, his solo stuff can be mesmerizing. The ease and grace in his voice, with subtle, perfectly timed licks, along with his vast, catalogue knowledge – he was playing cover songs that has just been released by other bands that summer and I’d barely heard a few times – which was really impressive to me. (Remind you, the iPod was still a relatively new idea at this time).  That continues to be the case to this day each time I see his solo set lists.

    Bassist Adam Perry immediately struck me as a bona-fide rock star. I mean he did – and still does – have that badass look. The type of guy that must have gotten laid more often than highway asphalt.  In the pocket, kickin’ ass and takin’ names, is where I would soon find out Perry resided, and his playing on stage reflects that.

    Fast forward hours later, which was a few days removed from the streets of NYC, I remember that it was serendipitous that I met these guys and they were not in NYC, which was still in darkness. We had seemingly stolen some of the missing electricity, bottled it up and taken it with us to the Berkshires.  Around 10:30 a.m. when I was about to finally get some shuteye, the band headed over to the Upper Lodge Patio stage and plugged in for their 11 a.m. set.  I couldn’t believe it!  I had just had such a great, effortless, few days with these guys that I realized I still hadn’t seen them play together yet.  The set list was unknown to me at the time, but the musical connection I experience that morning, combined with the events and personal connections of the days preceding, were simply the stuff you can’t make up – and will never forget.

    PGroove, of course went on to play many NYC shows in the past twelve years, and I’ve proudly been at just about every one of them. They’ve included boat cruises around the Statue of Liberty (“No Sleep ‘Til Brooklyn!”), Green Apple Music Festival events at another defunct Venue CODA (Kid Beyond sit in during “Get Down Tonight” FTW), a tequila-filled, Cinco De Mayo at The Gramercy Theater, runs at Brooklyn Bowl (channeling the bands nod to The Big Lebowski and their extensive movie knowledge and witty humor), multiple barn burner runs at the Bowery Ballroom and even a few nights at the old Knitting Factory on Leonard Street. Those Knitting Factory shows some may remember for what followed: my hosting a rotating, three-suite, hotel party with paid off security guards, a member of Ween, the rest of the hotel being occupied by multiple high-school girls cheer leading teams for a large competition, me directing traffic and moving the bands van, complete with leaving the keys in the lock of the front door for hours until we all realized where they still were. (But that is a story I am saving for my book, or at least until the statute of limitations runs out).

    I’ve also felt especially inspired – recharged after a blackout period, if you will – this weekend after returning home yesterday from Athens, Georgia, current home of Perpetual Groove, where they just performed their first shows together in over two years at the Georgia Theater.  They opened the first show with Pearl Jam’s “Release,” which was a cathartic experience and then tore through their catalog over five sets, including a private afternoon affair atop the Theater during a glorious afternoon, followed by a murders row of their biggest hits that night that showed why Athens is an “electric” college town in its own right. “Y’all” know how to have a party down there, that’s for damn sure!

    So that long-winded, don’t-try-to-follow-me-with a-roadmap-story, is in a nutshell, your first sip of what I have entitled this column and will be offering in the future: “Bavosa’s Mimosas.” Which are in fact, real drinks. Not so fast – don’t ask for the recipe. I’m still waiting for a bar to knock on my door and pay me for this ingenious concoction. Or, maybe I should pitch it on Shark Tank. I bet I could get Mark Cuban to bite after just one sip of these bad boys. But, I digress…even though it’s that good. In fact, I never could pinpoint the origin of which festival I first made them, but in recalling the memories for this first article, I think it may have very well been that Berkfest in ’03 with someone’s left over and donated cooler contents bequeathed to us on their way out, leading up to the band’s set. Wouldn’t that be something?

    I’ve also given a lot of thought to my return to the writing world and getting my words back out into the ether.  I felt that this invitation to concentrate on NYC focused music and memories was something I could do justice to, while reliving the very nights that have helped make me, well, me.

    “The City That Never Sleeps” is one of the truest and most accurate nicknames ever given. The heat and electricity (most of the time, anyway) of the streets below are always on, and pulsing with music, arts, pizza, bagels, freaks, weirdo’s and 24-hour, well, everything. It’s in part why I love it so much. There’s always something to do and there are 8 million other unique stories out there as well. NYC is my muse, and has given me the most important musical nights of my life. From the Mecca of Madison Square Garden and countless Phish New Year’s runs there, to my first home at the legendary Wetlands: Larry Bloch’s vision taken over by the modern-day impresario, Pete Shapiro (and lately his newest venture Brooklyn Bowl). NYC can also be an anxiety-fueled jailhouse, utterly relentless, with a not just kick, but stomp-you-when-you-are-down attitude, one that sometimes makes you think that you’ll never escape its confines. Any the skyscrapers make you feel minuscule and as crazy as that sounds, that is also its appeal. It’s blessing and its curse. But overall, it is truly the greatest place on earth: and one that has allowed many stories to be written here, and cocktails consumed. So, why not sit back and enjoy your first sip of a Bavosa’s Mimosa, another electric, NYC invention, where we are always open and the jukebox is always on. “Home. It’s where I want to be, but I guess I’m already there…”

    Listen to the show here via archive.org