| I don't remember too much of the concerts. Not because I was so stoned,
drunk, spun, ripped, tripped, or rolled, but because I knew so little of
the band. I just remember dancing my ass off, saying some stupid shit,
and seeing everyone smiling and having a ball. Just the set-break bonding
made the price of the ticket worth it.
I remember seeing Beth
cry because she was laughing so hard and tapping Max
and Russ for their infinite
amount of Phish knowledge
(I now understand Gamehendge, Russ, Thanx.) As I listen to the YEM
from that magical evening, I can't help but be taken back. I felt more
serene then ever before, like I was amongst people who understood me. From
drenching everyone with champagne, to hearing Meat on my way back to Kermit,
the night could not have been more perfect. |
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