Dear Phish:
Someone here on the Oh Kee Pa cited Divided Sky 8-14-93 as THE song that broke them into Phish fandom, and having been inspired to go and listen to it, I went and listened to it. And well, I’m writing today to thank you for doing what you did at the end there, during those last couple minutes of Divided Sky that night. Thanks for doing all that crazy shit.
Beyond Regards,
HosemasterFlex
Dear G.,
Meow, bitch. I’m gonna steal your breath tonight…but first I’m gonna eat all your veggies.
Sincerely,
Black Kitten In Your Garden
Dear Me,
stop tripping, find that other eighth you lost…
love,
me
Dear Toilet,
Thanks for always listening to me and taking all the crap I give you. You’re a very big part of our family and you do not get enough respect! I am always pissing on you and flushing your memories down the drain.
I owe a lot to you, no one else seems to understand all the shit I go through.
I am SO glad you continue to open up and accept whatever I try to flush away…
Respectfully,
Phishinsky
Dear Phishinsky,
No prob, d00d.
After all, one man’s trash…
Flushingly,
Your Toilet
Dear Phishinsky,
Nice to see you around the OKP again! Your camp still has the best bloody marys!
Sincerely,
Funky B.
My dearest Funky B,
They are not the same without the person who helped make them. I will always remember the 2-3 camp help we had in accomplishing that grand event. I think the glasses were filled and the energy was high at that point! We will have to see if the stars align right this summer to partake in the morning tradition again!
Thanks for the welcome back, it feels good to wonder back up in here… Some good peeps on these here boards! Hope all is well for you on the east side!!!
I miss reading you blogs about your trips…
Respectfully,
Phishinsky
Dear Universe,
The Phish Lottery felt more like Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery.
You owe me, big-big.
Say Thank-ee Sai,
Space
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HAHA!
Dear Mother Nature,
Thank you for extending the nice weather out into the middle of October!
Sincerely,
Mother Nature’s Son
Dear Ticketmaster,
Come oooooooon.
Your best buddy,
Will
My Dearest Uncle Sid,
We met on a dark autumn day when I was the tender age of 14. You showed me the magic of astro-turf bell bottoms, melting milk crates, orange juice, cranberry bogs/ snowglobes, the sometimes terrifying bog ox, glowing body paint, Noam Chomsky, and poorly done southern accents. You helped me break on through at the age of 19. And while we shared many fascinating adventures I must bid ye farewell.
With warm memories and love,
Erin
Dear Miracle,
I need you now more than ever!
Respectfully,
Ryan
Dear George Lucas & Stephen Spielberg,
My ass hurts. I’m pressing charges.
Disrespectfully yours,
Indiana Jones
Dear Trey,
Please go back to using the compressor. I just can’t get into “Grundge Phish.”
Thanks,
Phinest
Dear Ticketmaster,
You make us sad the way you screw people…
Disgusted,
The OKP.
Dear Neck,
My associates and I believe it’s high time.
And, also, it’s high time you got an internet.
Your friend and friends,
Hosemasterflex, on behalves of the OKP. I know behalves isn’t a real word.
dear bowels/digestive tract,
please, just stop. enough is enough already. the pizza was only two days old for chrissakes.
regards,
cJ
Dear Trey,
Phinest is right. Please don’t go back to my post-hiatus tone - it sounds even worse on tape.
Ungrundgingly,
Trey’s guitar
Dear Integrated Product Team,
I don’t want to waste all morning in your stupid meeting in ten minutes, so please hold the pontificating and bloviating down to a bare minimum.
Thanks,
Your Information Assurance Officer
Dear Phish,
Sending me two three day passes is a great idea. I cannot wait to get them in the mail.
I really appreciate the kind thoughts and quick response!
Thank you so much,
'Insky