Taper’s Section: December ’95 Recommended Sources

12.8.95 Official Poster

As we continue to look back on highlights from the month of December, today we turn our focus toward some of the best audience recordings from December ’95. If you haven’t been following along, etree user ‘duanebase’ has been sharing AUDs from 12.95 each day on the 15th anniversary of the shows. Below, you will find links to the downloads and source information for the shows up to this point. I recommend downloading all of these sources as many are among the finest that circulate from this incredible period in the band’s career. Big thanks to duanebase for uploading these and to those responsible for taping and transferring the shows.

And of course, today’s must-hear jam comes to you in the form of the remarkable “Tweezer” > “Timber” > “Tweezer” from 12.14.95 (as featured on Livephish 1).


December ’95 Recommended Sources

(click on the dates to download)

Download: 1995.12.1 Hersheypark Arena, Hershey, PA
Source: (FOB) AKG 460

Download: 1995.12.2 New Haven Veterans Memorial Coliseum, New Haven, CT
Source: B+K 4011 > custom pre-amp > Teac DA-P20 (@ 48kHz)

Download: 1995.12.4 Mullins Center, UMass, Amherst, MA
Source: AKG 460B/ck61 > custom pre-amp > Teac DA-P20 (@ 48kHz)

Download: 1995.12.5 Mullins Center, UMass., Amherst, MA
Source: AKG 460B/ck61 > custom pre-amp > Teac DA-P20 (@ 48kHz)

Download: 1995.12.7 Niagara Falls Convention Center, Niagara Falls, NY
Source: AT 4031 –> Tascam DA-P1

Download: 1995.12.8 CSU Convocation Center, Cleveland, OH
Source: Schoeps CMC34 –> Sonosax SX-M2 –> Panasonic SV-255

Download: 1995.12.9 Knickerbocker Arena, Albany, NY
Source: B+K 4011> Neumann p/s> Sony D10 PRO II> DAP1> ZA2

Download: 1995.12.11 Cumberland County Civic Center, Portland, ME
Source: B+K 4011 > custom pre-amp > Teac DAP-20 (@48kHz)

Download: 1995.12.12 Providence Civic Center, Providence, RI
Source: AKG 460B/ck61 > custom pre-amp > Teac DAP-20 (@48kHz)

Download: 1995.12.14 Broome County Arena, Binghamton, NY
Source: AKG 460B/ck61 > custom pre-amp > Sony D7 (@ 48 kHz)


Letters from the Schvice Pt. II

Winter 1997

Dear Mike,
When you are going off on that bass, do you ever say to your self “Man, I’m going off?”
Just wondering,
Brian Treacy

Brian:
Yes. One time on our last tour, I said to myself, “Man, I’m going off,” and god knows I was; I was way off. I was so off I was on, and I thought, “Right on.” Actually, could you rephrase the question?

–Mike

Fall 1998

Dear Phish,
What was “Fish like in college? Please give details
Kevin “Foz” Fosbenner, Rutledge, PA

Foz:
He was whimsical, doing anything on a whim. An adventurous guy, he would do anything for a thrill. One time that meant busting open the dorm candy machine with a hammer. A security guy walked up and Fish said, cautiously gripping the shopping bag of candy, “Aw, look what someone did.” Another time he hid from campus cops by lying with his bicycle in the bushes, even though he had done nothing wrong. Unfortunately, he got caught anyway by an officer who saw the bike sticking out. He was startled and said, “What candy machine?”

Winter 1998
Dear Members of Phish,
In high school, were you the popular or unpopular kids
Huge Fan, Nathan Corddry

Dear Nathan, I think I’m speaking for all of us When I saw I was the Captain of the football team.
-Mike

Summer 1999

Mike,
If you were stranded on an island and could only have 3 things, what would they be?
Yours,
Jon Layfellow, Ruidoso, NM

Jon:
A towel—I could get wet if I take a dip. A CD player (I think it’s obvious what CD I’d have). And a small plane.

Spring 1999
Dear Phish,
Have you ever cut a set a little short because one of you had to go potty? Do you have a hand signal or something that lets the band know you must “make”?
Love, Samantha Kramer Cleveland, OH

Dear Samantha,
I have “made” before—mid-set. But sometimes, music can be good with the added tension of knowing you’d like to make.

Dear Mike, here’s a question I’m sure you’ve seen before. The glowsticks are beginning to annoy the fuck out me. How do you feel? James During, Wilmington, NC

Jimmy: We appreciate an audience-instigated ritual, just as we appreciate a bird chirping Mahler daintly on the windowsill, the dead cold of a winter’s night. But I’m not the only one to suffer eyeball damage, so I suggest that people throw something lighter like feathers, cotton candy or conch fritters.

End of Century (20th)

Mike,
What do you think would be the strangest thing that could happen on the eve of the new millenium?
Hakim Smith St. Paul, MN

Hakim: God could descend in the image of George Burns, and sing us the newer, revised Commandments.

John Lennon, In His Own Write: No Flies on Frank

To honor the 30th anniversary of John Lennon’s passing, I have selected two excerpts from the much-beloved book of poems and short stories written by John Lennon himself (click here to purchase the book from Amazon). In the first excerpt, John describes a bit about the book. The second, my personal favorite, is a story about flies and a man named Frank.

About The Awful
I was bored on the 9th of Octover 1940 when, I believe, the Nasties were still booming us led by Madolf Heatlump (who only had one). Anyway they didn’t get me. I attended to varicous schools in Liddypol. And still didn’t pass — much to my Aunties supplies. As a member of the most publified Beatles my (P, G, and R’s) records might seem funnier to some of you than this book, but as far as I’m conceived this correction of short writty is the most wonderfoul larf I’ve every ready.

No Flies On Frank
There were no flies on Frank that morning – after all why not? He was a responsible citizen with a wife and child, wasn’t he? It was a typical Frank morning and with an agility that defies description he leapt into the bathroom onto the scales. To his great harold he discovered he was twelve inches more tall heavy! He couldn’t believe it and his blood raised to his head, causing a mighty red colouring.
‘I carn’t not believe this incredible fact of truth about my very body which has not gained fat since mother begat me at childburn. Yea, though I wart through the valet of thy shadowy hut I will feed no norman. What grate qualmsy hath taken me thus into such a fatty hardbuckle.’ Again Frank looked down at the awful vision which clouded his eyes with fearful weight. ‘Twelve inches more heavy, Lo!, but am I not more fatty than my brother Geoffery whise father Alec came from Kenneth — through Leslies, who begat Arthur, son of Eric, by the house of Ronald and April — keepers of James of Newcastle who ran Madeline at 2-1 by Silver Flower, (10-2) past Wot-ro-Wot at 4/3d a pound?’

He journeyed downstairs crestfallen and defective — a great wait on his boulders — not even his wife’s battered face could raise a smile on poor Frank’s head — who as you know had no flies on him. His wife, a former beauty queer, regarded him with a strange but burly look. ‘What ails thee, Frank? she asked stretching her prune. ‘You look dejected if not informal,’ she addled.

“Tis nothing but wart I have gained but twelve inches more tall heavy than at the very clock of yesterday at this time — am I not the most miserable of men? Suffer ye not to spake to me or I might thrust you a mortal injury; I must traddle this trial alone.’ ‘Lo! Frank — thous hast smote me harshly with such grave talk — am I to blame for this vast burton?’

Frank looked sadly at his wife — forgetting for a moment the cause of his misery. Walking slowly but slowly toward her, he took his head in his hands and with a few swift blows gad clubbed her mercifully to the ground dead. ‘She shouldn’t see me like this,’ he mubbled, ‘not all fat and on her thirtysecond birthday.’

Frank had to het his own breakfast that morning and also on the following mornings.

Two, (or was it three?) weeks later Frank awake again to find that there were still no flies on him.

‘No flies on this Frank boy,’ he thought; but to his amazement there seemed to be a lot of flies on his wife — who was still lying about the kitchen floor. ‘I carn’t not partake of bread and that with her lying about the place,’ he thought allowed, writing as he spoke. ‘I must deliver her to her home whore she will be made welcome.’

He gathered her in a small sack (for she was only four foot three) and headed for her rightful home. Frank knocked on the door of his wife’s mothers house. She opened the door.

‘I’ve brought Marian home, Mrs. Sutherskill’ (he could never call her Mum). He opened the sack and placed Marian on the doorstep.

‘I’m not having all those flies in my home,’ shouted Mrs. Sutherskill (who was very houseproud), shutting the door. ‘She could have at least offered me a cup of tea,’ thought Frank lifting the problem back on his boulders