My first show. Arrived late due to flat tire issues on I-5 just outside of Portland. Encountered a mild amount of "fuck you, hippie" attitude from the Evergreen students so entering the gym in the middle of My Friend, My Friend was mood-capturingly excellent. As I made my way to the pit (this was not a packed gig) some rado grabbed me into an awkward waltz / singalong to the chorus. Was Page Side a few years before I heard the term, about 15-20' back from the stage and Reba kicked in, seemingly note-perfect. I was such a n00b I hadn't heard any Gamehendge at that point, leaving Forbins > Mockingbird more intriguing for me than exciting. The acoustic set was a surprise and fun. I was still in the concourse when Halley's started and made my way back to my spot on the floor right when Antelope began in earnest. Needless to say, "Liftoff." I remember the long, snoring pause in My Sweet One freaked one of my companions out, the Antelope sandwich freaked me out, and by the time Catapult landed it was just freaky all over. 25 years later my familiarity with the band and its music is exponentially greater than when I was a wee lad of eighteen. I also know enough to realize how fortunate I was to have been there.