Hear My Train a Comin’

No need to worry, that’s just the sound of Phish barreling down the highway. Again.

Fresh off their successful 3 day run at the site of the Coachella Festival in southern California, Phish just wrapped up their first fall tour since 2000.
More please. I’m officially a Phish junkie.

Unlike some of my fellow long time listeners I feel as though I can listen with an open mind. Is this vintage ’92-’95 or ’96-’98 we’re hearing? No. Not quite. Yet. But it’s still pretty damn good. Best jamband out there. Not even close.

What I’ve heard on the Fall tour and the end of their summer tour is that they’re getting their musical legs back. Especially Trey. I felt as though on parts of the the 2009 summer tour, Trey was the little brother running down the street trying to catch up with his older brothers. Page and Mike definitely came back ready to retake their place as the best jamband this side of the Grateful Dead.

And they appear to be doing it a different way- they’re having fun again. I don’t profess to know every single nugget about the band, but it seems like they’re enjoying each other’s company. And it shows with their recent performances. I can’t imagine what mental and physical toll you put your body and your band’s relationship through while on the road. And if you have your wife and kids in tow, then that just adds another dimension.

For those of you that just want to bitch and complain that Phish 3.0 sucks, stay the F off the internet and stop going to shows. Seriously. More tickets are available for me, and less idiots for me to deal with when I do go to a show. Because you know what, who else are you going to follow? Dave Matthews Band? Go have fun with that.

Because when you’re rubbing elbows and sharing a keg stand with all the frat dudes at a Dave show, I’ll be the narc in the parking lot rolling a fattie with the smelly hippies. And hanging out with some guy in Portland that looks just like the rocker dude from Forgetting Sarah Marshall, and he’s wearing nothing but a blue robe. In the front row. In November. Now that’s funny! True story.

My god I must have 100's of stories like that. Need to do a braindump on that. More later....