ARTICLE CONTRIBUTED BY JULIA ABRAMSON | PUBLISHED ON NOVEMBER 3RD, 2025

I’m just going to say this-I can’t believe I went to a show on the Sunday of Halloween Weekend and the beginning of Daylight Savings. Nothing screams “stay at home” more than a pitch-black night starting at 4:47 p.m. But if any band were to get me out of the house, it would be Pink Talking Fish.

I’ve seen them in many different places over the years—Columbus, Atlanta, and most recently on Jam Cruise—and one thing has always kept me coming back. It’s the same thing that got me out of the house on this Sunday: they are a guaranteed good time.

One thing I love about Sweetwater Music Hall is that you can eat and still watch the band on the TV screens around the heated patio. My friend and I sat down to eat right before they started, but we still got to enjoy our food and groove along to a pretty awesome first set. They opened with some incredible songs—“Nothing but Flowers,” “Hey You,” “Slippery People,” and “Simple”—which set the tone perfectly. We were super excited to finish up eating and go dance.

We wrapped up our meal just as “Run Like Hell” was in its final stretch, and the energy was at a tipping point. It was that midpoint in the set when you can sense the band is building toward a release. Sure enough, they went straight into Phish’s “2001,” and the crowd exploded. It was PTF’s last night of tour, and you could tell they were giving us everything they had.

The final set delivered the full spectrum of surprise and delight. “Life on Mars?” into “Once in a Lifetime” into “Free” into “Crosseyed and Painless” was not something I would have had on my bingo card—but that’s what PTF teaches us: keep your mind free of expectations, and they’ll take you where you need to go.

To say the encore was unexpected would be an understatement, but that’s what happens when a Pink Floyd, Talking Heads, and Phish cover band decides to play Crowded House and the Beatles. “Don’t Dream It’s Over” into “A Day in the Life” flowed effortlessly, the perfect pre-farewell before the band settled into its final two Pink Floyd songs.

As we left, we couldn’t stop talking about how fun the show was and how great Pink Talking Fish always is. Driving home—fighting off my fatigue as I realized Daylight Savings would carry into the workweek—I remembered the moral of the story: Never miss a Sunday show.

Bye for now, Biss Listers!
—Julia