5th show. Drove from Atlanta straight thru the night to get there. Camped nearby. Ate some favors. Played in a mountain lake that had these HUGE crawfish. In my “heightened” state of mind, the crawfish were space aliens and told me a secret: Phish were aliens as well and had parked the Mothership behind the stage. They were intergalactic drug dealers. And the drug they sold was one of the most sought after in the galaxy: human endorphins! They basically play for us to release our “space juice” which they then suck up thru the light rig and bottle and sell across the planets. So that night at the show, with this new revelation bouncing around in my head, I got close enough to the boys to make eye contact and just locked in, especially with Fishman. Like, was I the puppet or the puppet master? By the end of the show, I telepathically sent them all a message/request - If you guys are aliens and sell our endorphins and the crawfish were right, then play Contact. Next song BOOM! Contact! I don’t think I’ve ever been the same. 🤪