The Phil Lesh show I didn't see

If you've been following my desperate attempts to get a ticket to see Phil Lesh at SOB: I didn't get in last night.  My friend George did; he texted me at 12:30 but I was already sleeping. 

I didn't even go downtown to see if I could find a ticket.  I chose, instead, to spend the evening at home with Brian rather than pursue what I thought would be a wild goose chase.  After all the networking I did, I figured if I were going to get a ticket for under $100, it would have already happened by 7pm.

The Weight reports:

So Phil's friends are finally revealed to be axeman and now regular friend Larry Campbell, blues guitarist Larry McCray, Particle keyboardist Steve Molitz, Trey Anastastio band vocalist Christina Durfee, and drummer Jaz Sawyer.

I found a clever review with a Waiting for Godot theme.  The author concluded:

I’ve seen less-than-stellar Phil shows, and I’ve seen some bad Phil shows (featuring Paul Barrere and Billy Payne or Barry Sless and Campbell), but this was clearly the worst of the lot. It wasn’t so much that the bad parts were horrible, it was more about everything being so damn dull and pointless. Even those lousy shows in the past had some true peaks, but this show had no peaks at all, just a lot of low plateaus and valleys. I can’t fault McCray and Sawyer because they tried hard, but they were both out of their element and were too unfamiliar with the music to succeed in their roles. Phil could have made it easier by tweaking the setlist to play to their strengths, but he went the opposite way, and they couldn’t really handle it.

Perhaps tomorrow will be better, especially if Molo recovers from his encounter with bad sushi. However, I don’t know that one day of rehearsal will cause a miracle here. Of course, rumors abound for Tuesday’s show, citing possible sit-ins from everyone from Warren Haynes to Trey Anastasio to Elijah. (Word has it that all three will be free after sundown.) Truthfully, I don’t know if such prospects will be enough to lure me back for one more night. I just kept waiting for something to happen on Monday, but Godot never arrived.

And this, earlier in the post:

When “St. Stephen” began, two very odd things happened. One, the intro was destroyed and they started over. Two, this was the only time in my life that I heard the opening notes to “St. Stephen” and thought “No, please don’t play this song!” I was deathly afraid of what McCray and Sawyer might do to this classic.

I think I'm still looking for one for tonight.