First Phish I heard was the album version of Tweezer, and I liked it. It pushed some button deep in my brain, but at the time I was too young to understand what I was feeling about it. I realize now that I had a change in my view of what music could be that day.
It was while I was at a bleak boarding school in north Georgia, and they happened to have some Phish albums in the jukebox in the student center. My friend Ryan put on Picture of Nectar, starting at Tweezer. At first I was like, “Dude, this is a bunch of bullshit. What are they talking about?” and he said, “Just listen.” And I did. And then Tweezer, Mango, Chalkdust, Faht, Catapult, Tweeprize changed my whole perception of music.
This was not music in the sense that I was used to hearing it, even being a longtime Grateful Dead fan thanks to my mother. The dissonance, humor, weirdness, and mystery blended so perfectly to me. Ever since that day, I would always put Phish on the jukebox (and all the other kids would yell at me that it sucked, but fuck em
), and my appreciation for the band continued to grow.
Then, a bombshell was dropped (no pun intended, but now I realize that it is, indeed, a pun). Ryan brought in the Live Phish release from the Bomb Factory in Dallas, 5/7/94. He said, “You like Tweezer right? Well listen to this shit.” And he played me that Tweezerfest, and then my brain proceeded to freak the fuck out. I kept thinking, “What is going on? What song are they playing? How are they doing this all at the same time?” I still wonder some of these things to this day. 
But yeah, Ryan Greene from somewhere in New York, if you’re out there reading this OKP, you, my friend, are the reason I am now completely addicted to Phish. Words cannot express my thanks to you for introducing me to this wonderful band that has brought so much JOY into my life.