I may be 41, but I'm reliving my twenties and thirties this summer. How? Well, because Poseidon and I have tickets to see Phish tomorrow night (we paid a great deal of money per ticket I might add...I considered selling my eggs to pay for the tickets, but at 41, I don't think I'll get much for them). I've traveled to quite a few Phish shows in my day, including all the way to Europe for the summer 1997 European tour.
I was very sad when the "broke up" though I knew it would not be permanent. That is just what happens when iconic groups feel they can branch out to try their hands at solo careers and be just as successful, but of course, that doesn't happen, and they get back together for some reunion shows, etc. I'm not complaining or criticizing. I'm a big Phish Phan, so I'm fine with them needing to make some money and putting together a tour.
I've already pulled out one of my most hippie chick dresses (I actually wore this dress to a Phish show in Camden, NJ, and I can still fit into it!) and I'm so ready to relive my 20's: barefoot, hippie dress, drinking some great beer, watching the kids stare at the grass for the entire show because they've scored some acid and took too many tabs, buying homemade grilled cheese sandwiches from the dirty dread-headed kids who bring their hot plates and their bags of Wonder Bread and American cheese singles and peddle their creations in the parking lot, swaying like a tree to those awesome summer jams, etc.
I can't wait, really. If Dr. Seuss were still alive I would email him and ask him to rewrite a classic for all those Phish Phans out there: "One Phish, Two Phish, Red Phish, Blue Phish."
--Fortuitous "hippie chick" Observer
