Little, I cannot wait to see you this summer and talk about your new home, man good luck to you!!! 
Is it June 11th yet?
2 months from tomorrow it is
I hope they aren’t satisfied with what they did last year…
^ 
You know they are! Who couldn’t be?
But you also know that they know that they can do better, and that they’re gonna keep pushing themselves.
And I guess Dave’s not actually a “mountain” goat, like the one pictured above. She’s more like a “petting-zoo” goat. Maybe a “Billy” Goat? But she hangs out on really steep slopes and eats all the kudzoo. She likes to play with my dog Maggie, and she likes doggie treats. Why is the female goat named Dave? Well, LSD was involved. I don’t know if I’ll change her name when I inherit her, but I think it’s hilarious. I wonder if the landlord ever dubbed her a “real” name…?
My Ipod’s pissed off at me for preparing it for such a long journey out west, and we’re not even going…
^Too Funny, Dave the female goat, lol!
My Phish listening, for whatever reason, has hit another minor lull.
Goddamn you Billy Ocean.
WHO TOLD YOU!?!?!?!?!? Awwww, it was gonna be a surprise 
Thinking that the Phish shows will be grand in June~
My Phish thought for the day is that I received the OKP archive vine discs yesterday, and it is awesome. I have some '97 stuff, but nothing as good quality and comprehensive as this archive contains. You can pretty much go through any show in '97 and it’s going to have some element that totally rages.
Distilled: 1997 is my favorite year for Phish. It’s a band that is comfortable in it’s own skin, improvises better than anybody out there, and is tight, very very tight. I love it. I love this band.
I’ve been listening to a lot of August '93 lately. If I could have gone on any tour this would’ve been the one. The band plays every song with such intensity, there are literally no lulls in any of the sets from that month. I’m starting to become of the opinion that this was truly the high point in their career. Not the only high point, but definitely my favorite one.
It kind-of sucks being really into a band and not knowing a single person who is even remotely interested in them at all. I drag my wife along because she likes going to live shows of any kind, but she hasn’t even the slightest interest in Phish when it comes down to it.
I need a tour buddy. 
So while driving home a half hour ago, I got off of Route 1 onto the 128 North on ramp, when suddenly I had felt like I was inside the dream I had last night. The thing is, I can’t remember my dream from last night, but the sense of deja vu was so strong, that for a moment my mind was confused as to whether I was dreaming or actually awake. It freaked me out immediately and I became worried about driving. It suddenly faded though as my mind reassured myself that I was in fact, awake.
This happened during the 12/6/97 Tweezer. I looked at the time of the song for reference purposes, and it was between 16:22 and 16:34 approximately. I don’t know what the significance of that was. I don’t know if the music elevated me to that point of consciousness where I couldn’t tell whether I was awake or not when I was surely awake, but Phish was playing and I felt that this belonged in here.
95 jams are so distinct. Rhythm heavy jams that go all over the place… I could definitely pick them out of a line up.
Listening to 07-03-95 Bowie at the moment…
I also wish I had people around town that were more motivated to get out and see Phish.
I got a lot of friends that LOVE Phish, but are always too broke/unmotivated to get out and do anything…
^ dude can you laod me up with some motivation. I need it big time. I’ve lost it all in recent days. MOTIVATEEEEEEE MEEEEE ;\ gr.
I just heard Free in a very old King of the Hill. Awesome.
Isn’t is awesome when you get a taste of your favortie band in a spot you might not really expect it? I mean that gives you that 1-2 minute smile and good feeling no matter what it was you were doing…
I love that!
After such a great thought by Ryan, all I have this morning is a rant about some of the crappy packaging the Phish marketing people have come up with over the years. Cripes, I could bitch all day about the Joy box fiasco, but I’m more ticked at the moment about this beauty:
And let’s separate at the onset that I have only great things to say for the music played that day in VT. It was definitely a fun show and a great ending to what seemed like a great tour.
But that gobbledeegook plastic fold-out sleeve for the disks was a horror show of design, and had I know what storing them over the long term would do to the CDs, I would have thrown them away as soon as I opened them. I took this show off the shelf to play last Sunday while I was doing some paperwork at home, and every disk that I pulled out of those sleeves had this sticky residue all over them.
It was almost impossible to get it off without some kind of soap and plenty of gentle rubbing, ooh baby. Er, wha? Nevermind. But I thought I had satisfactorily ungunked my disks since all week long I’ve had no problem listening to this show in the car until this morning.
The second set closes with what seemed like a really hot Chaukdust Torture, a song that sometimes wears on me because it seems to be played a lot, although I know that’s probably not quatifiably true. But this one was smokin’, and I was really getting into it when the tracking went haywire right in the middle of the jam. So pissed me off because I was so into the song at the point it broke off. Couldn’t get it back or re-cue it.
Had to skip on to the Suzy encore, and although it was kind of standard, I haven’t met too many Suzy’s I don’t like, and I’ve always thought that because Page really owns them. I mean a good Suzy is sung with high energy and playfulness in the singing, but it’s the piano break that really makes this song fly for me. And Page really knows how to play this section most of the time. Kind of like he does during his solos in Taste, Foam, and Coil. He didn’t disappoint in this show either.
I’ll try this weekend to see if I can clean the disk off a little better so that I can salvage the Chalkdust. I really need to see how it finishes. I really like them when they are set enders because the band really tries to take them away, make them otherworldly. One of my favorites was at the end of 7/15/99. They took it so far out, Trey barely brought it back to the last verse at the end.
^3 cheers for 7-15-1999! A gift to tattered psyches.