The Palace Tweezer—Twenty Years Later

My Actual Ticket Stub—12.6.97

Twenty years later and I can still remember everything about that night—where I was, who I was with, what I was wearing. They say that live music can change your life, and that is exactly what happened to me on the sixth of December in 1997. On this night, something momentous happened. A piece of music harnessed from the outer realms of the universe came down through the instruments of a band from Vermont and transformed The Palace of Auburn Hills into a place of worship. On this night, we received “The Palace Tweezer.”

This jam is hands down, far and away, my favorite piece of music ever created by mankind. And it’s not even close. The Palace Tweezer has it all—the grimiest, subliminally connected funk grooves, a passage of ascension into spiritual realms of sound and soul, and an indescribable section of musical wizardry that I suspect was the soundtrack of the universe’s creation. The entire piece unfolds like poetry without a moment of hesitation, as if the music already existed—perfectly composed—and the band just allowed it to come through them. It seems impossible that a piece of improvised music so immaculate, so powerful, and so utterly dynamic could be generated by human beings on the fly.

I cannot begin to guess how many times I have listened to this jam over the past twenty years, but it sounds every bit as good today as it did when I got the analog copy sometime after tour. It has not lost a drop of freshness or power. The Palace Tweezer is a part of the fabric of my existence. Though I know the piece by heart, the feelings it produces on each and every listen are no less stirring than on the day I heard it.

Though Phish crafted so many sections of “funk” that fall, none approach the nuanced, four-minded mastery on display in this jam. The band members finish each other’s musical sentences, speaking as one entity rather than individual musicians. These grooves have a life of their own—locked in doesn’t begin to describe it.

The band gradually and ever so smoothly builds from these opening dance rhythms into a section of improvisation that opens a wormhole in space-time, allowing the music—and the Palace—to slip into an alternate dimension. This passage gives me chills every time I listen to it. Literally. Every time. Trey hits a lick in here that elevates the possibilities of the entire jam, and the band is right with him. From this point forward in the jam, words fail me. The music is beyond linguistic expression—a deeper magic from before the dawn of time.

I truly believe that the band communed with the divine while playing this jam. It is not far fetched, as we are all individual manifestations of the one divine energy of the universe. We are the universe awakening to itself and expressing itself as human beings for a short blip of time. Life is but a process of remembering not who we are, but what we are. Yet, because we are in human form, we are not in always in touch with this higher truth. But on that Saturday night in December, twenty years ago, Phish was not only in touch with it, they channelled this truth through music, through themselves and, subsequently, through everyone in the room.

It is this process that makes transcendent Phish jams such incomparably powerful experiences. This is the reason we keep going back—to remember and experience our truth. The Palace Tweezer is the greatest expression of my personal truth that I have ever heard. It is primordial music, an oracle of the infinite, telling a story of our past, present and future all at once.

Today—twenty years later—I will listen to the The Palace Tweezer again, and I will smile with awe and wonder, just as I did when the lights came on, oh so long ago.

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7,631 Responses to “The Palace Tweezer—Twenty Years Later”

  1. Jerseyjim Says:

    Sex, sorry to hear about your friend.

    (Fred A. very funny drummer role in that movie Band Aid)

  2. phishm Says:

    Kind of nice to make it to another page. Hope this page brings good news. So many folks. So many loved ones. So much possibility. I hope it’s a happy page. Btw stoked for you lu. Go be music. If I had it to do over again. So many things.

  3. phishm Says:

    Decided to take Dayton for a spin after all this time. Just got to Mountains. Absolutely speaking my type of vibe into that which i totally could use. Thanks for the subliminal suggestion.

  4. phishm Says:

    Kind of weird when show that spoke to you speak to you more after the fact when thinking about that which was going on prior to said show. Or does life just tick on? Is it worth connecting the dots sometimes? In the end ignorance is bliss. I mean if you didn’t feel them feeling it it didn’t happen. Lucky those folks are I bet. Forgot they played waves.

  5. phishm Says:

    Into Ghost they go while still riding waves. Kid is smart. Knows his Phish. Guess it’s why Trey says later on that he’s swimming under water or something. I’ll have to ask him.

  6. phishm Says:

    Kid knows what he’s talking about. That was a religious experience. And now Wombat. Felt an explosion from the other side of the room when they started it. What a show. Good call Vape. Special show indeed. Sorry for all the words. It’s weird how words can fuck this amazing music up by trying to figure out why it is they play what they play. Seems to me we’re all in this together.

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