I first went to overnight camp in the summer between 2nd and 3rd grade. I heard Phish for the first time that summer. I was 7 years old. The combination of crazy counselors, trippy tunes and late nights with no parental supervision made for a potent brew of Upstate NY freakery. The damage was done.
In 1997 I went to my first Phish show. War Memorial, Rochester NY. My dad loaded us up into the minivan and we trekked downtown for a Sunday evening of Phishing. Honestly...I found it pretty boring. The jams were jammy, the covers were rocking...but I didn't get it. Spent the rest of middle school listening to Beck and NIN. Good stuff.
In 2004 I attended the SPAC shows of Phish's final tour. My friend had broken up with his lady, and had extra tix, so off we went. The first night was a disaster. The band sounded like crap, and they only played songs from later albums...I was pretty much turned off for good. But the next night changed it all--there was a Father's Day tap dance, a marshmallow fight, a glowstick war, and some incredibly tasty jams. Then Phish broke up. Goodbye.
A few months ago I caught up with Phish at Bonnaroo. They rocked my face off, then came back 2 nights later and did it again, this time with a little help from the Boss. Yum.
In two weeks, I'll see them again. I can't wait. See you there!
PS this book is fun. The guys in the band are geeks in the best way possible. Plus, Trey loves Slayer! Phuck yes!
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