Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Big Pimpin': Cool Stuff From The Lot- Available Online


One of the things I love to do at Phish Shows is get to the lot early and look around at what is for sale. My friends over at Taboot Art have limited edition posters available for order from many of the shows of Phish summer tour. The Tripp prints are available here, get them while they last.


Taboot also has in stock my (now trademark) Colorado Trucker Hat. so if you want to be cool like me, shoot Sutton an email at sutton@tabootart.com.


As you probably know, I have the LOST + Phish t-shirts in stock. I have the Faraday, Desmond, and Jin designs in both mens and women's sizes. If you would like to inquire about those, please email havinagoodtime44@gmail.com.



I have to pimp my friend Corey over at Further Frames. He framed my Hampton poster (pictured above) and I get a big grin every time I come home and see it. Corey is a master at making concert posters look fantastic. If you are coming out for Red Rocks, you should consider bringing out some of your old posters to get framed- Corey can ship them back to you at home and you will have an amazing new piece in the house. It really does make a difference to work with someone who understands color, light, and is a show veteran himself.



One more thing- I don't know these guys personally but I have a few of their shirts. Check out the Phish themed shirts and most original designs I have run across at http://shop.jamgoods.com/.

/pimp

Camden Tube > Asheville Tube

One of my favorite memories from Tour...The Camden Tube, and the next show, the Asheville Tube...

Camden Tube (HD)...


The Asheville Tube
***Caution...Shaky Camera, but this is pretty much what I saw, i kinda like it***

Monday, June 29, 2009

Get Up And Move Mondays

The return of a short-lived feature. I couldn't find good video of Mingus himself working his mojo on this tune, but I have to say I think the Mingus Dynasty pretty much kills it.

Dance in your cubes, fellow drones!

Hat Tip Monday

Check out these other bloggers who are bringing some great content:

Phat Phlogger has pics, video and review from the recent SCI Soundcheck show

Bands That Jam present a SBD download of the Moe. Bonnaroo Late Night epicness (featuring Grace Potter and the Noturnals)

good work guys!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Fun with Phish.com

This is from a thread on PT (where else?). Someone downloaded the flash file from the Phish site, did something smart with it, and found the animations they are going to use later on just before they announce the festival site. Crazy super cool stuff here. It was later removed from the flash code because apparently someone from the Phish organization saw the thread. Here are the animations that are going to show up on Phish's site, but have yet to be shown:

The merman swimming under Colorado


Alien zapping some states and flying home

Nelly to Peform at the World Series of Poker


I just got word that Nelly will be performing at the annual PokerStars World Series of Poker party in Las Vegas. The actually party will be hosted on July 9 at the swanky Rain Night Club inside the Palms Casino.

In the last couple of years, Nelly caught the poker bug. He's played in various tournaments in and around Las Vegas including the prestigious WSOP. It's pretty cool thing that Nelly will be a part of the party circuit this year.

By the way, if you want to play online poker, but don't have an account, you can sign up for PokerStars. Click here to download the software.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Bonnaroo 2009 Video

Fuse TV, a self described "alternative music channel", is currently running a Bonnaroo 09 video which I heard is decent and worth checking out. Locked in between a hoard of Micheal Jackson Tributes, the movie is scheduled to run Saturday, June 27 at 5 and 11pm eastern. Your local cable overlords I'm sure have more details.

Set those DVR's, prep your hipster pod's and see if you make an appearance. Personally, I'm hoping the mustache girls get their due.

Here's a Bonnaroo video from 08 Fuse put together entitled 20 questions:

Friday, June 26, 2009

Phish Halloween Festival


Save the dates... 10/30, 10/31, and 11/1!

My sources are saying Indio, CA. I'm part of a crew that booked like 15 rooms in an 18 room motel. Let's hope that gamble pays off!

New Phish Album: Joy

I'm sure you heard by now that the new album will be titled Joy and produced by the legendary Steve Lillywhite.

I heard all but one of the new tunes (I Been Around). Sadly, Joy and TTE are actually my least favorites, while Kill Devil Falls and Ocelot are some of my favorites.
Joy Tracklisting:
1. Twenty Years Later
2. Backwards Down the Number Line
3. Stealing Time From the Faulty Plan
4. Light
5. Joy
6. Sugar Shack
7. Ocelot
8. Kill Devil Falls
9. I Been Around
10. Time Turns Elastic
Joy will be released at the end of the summer.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

RIP - Michael Jackson

The King of Pop is nevermore. Luckily, Uncle Ted paid homage to the gloved freak during a sizzling performance of "Billie Jean" at Bonnaroo...

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

String Cheese Incident Ogden Theater 6/24/09 Live Blog



4:25 I just drove by the Ogden and its a crazy scene outside. Seems the rail riders (pictured with the lawn chairs and umbrellas) have been there all day. Everyone's ticket is in willcall, and there are plently of fans looking for that magic ticket. I am one of the chosen ones with an invite/ticket, and am at my friend's Grant St. pre-party. ill do my best to keep you updated as the night unfolds.

6:02 the 13th st grant party is raging. So far there are 40 people, 5 capes, 16 hula hoops, 3 dogs, a keg, some strange pills, and lots of enthusiasm. I'm waking over to get my will-call tix; rumor is that they sold about 200 tix to fans when the box office opened.

6:32 imagine all the weird people you know. Imagine they are all in costumes of glitter and rainbows and are going to the same show. This is what is happening tonight in denver. I just got my tix and asked the girl at the desk what time the band starts. "8:00" what time do the unicorns go on stage? "I don't know". Pretty weak sauce at a cheese show if you ask me. ;)

Live Blog Pic Dump:











8:01 jesus I have never seen so many people outside a venue looking for a ticket. There are probably 200 people outside with fingers in the air. Jt let me borrow his rainbow visor (with rotating lights) so I'm legit. Gonna go in soon but waiting on corey to arive (my plus 1)

8:24 interesting choice for pre show music: radiohead in rainbows. A lot of people I know that didn't have tickets yesterday are magically here. There is a schwilly crowd outside but inside its like a family reunion and all smiles. It feels like everyone that is supposed to be here got in somehow. It feels good.

8:35 lights! Cheese comes out to huge applause from the crowd. No costumes- everyone is wearing tshirts save kyle who has a sequin shirt on

Set I:
Lonesome fiddle blues(1), lost> run zhuc(2), just one story, panama red>whisky before breakfast(3), jellyfish> birdland> johnny cash>birdland (setbreak wow)

Ii. Rivertrance>peace of mind>mlt>sometimes a river


(1) Billy leads the jam
(2) This is like swimming but were not in the water
(3) Insane dance party

The Avett Brothers : new single!


I interrupt your regularly scheduled Phish broadcast to bring you the title track off The Avett Brothers' newest album, "I and Love and You", scheduled to be released 9/29/09.

Check out their upcoming tour dates here!

Strawberry Shortcake will definitely be making an appearance at the Tampa, FL show in a few weeks!

See y'all there!

Pauly's Summer Tour Review


Here are the some of the show recaps that I wrote while on Phish tour. I saw 12 shows in all and scribbled down nine recaps. I wish I had more time to polish them off, but I was short on time traveling in between venues. I wrote the Great Woods recap in the parking lot at Camden and I wrote the Pittsburgh and Deer Creek recaps the morning after in the back seat of Iggy's pick up as we drove to the next shows.

I never got around to writing about Knoxville or specifically about both Bonnaroo appearances. Stay tuned.

Anyway, here you go...
6.04.09 Jones Beach, NY
6.05.09 Jones Beach, NY
6.06.09 Great Woods, MA
6.07.09 Camden, NJ
6.09.09 Asheville, NC
Bonnaroo
6.18.09 Burgettstown, PA
6.19.09 Deer Creek, IN
6.20.09 Alpine Valley, WI
6.21.09 Alpine Valley, WI

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Phish Summer Tour Leg 1 Aud Recordings Downloads



PTer _Duanebase_ has come through again, this time linking up AUD recordings all tracked out and in one place for us to download. I personally feel a few of the SBD recordings are stale, so I am excited to check these out. Thanks Duane!

Download Phish Summer Tour Leg 1

Monday, June 22, 2009

Frankenstein - Phish 2009 June 21 - Alpine Valley - HD

I'm a sucker for a keytar, five-neck guitar and a flaming bass. Now all we need is a cage that turns upside down for Fishman.

Show Recap: Alpine #2 - The Grand Finale

After a 15-show summer tour (the first leg), the circus had come to a halt at Alpine Valley. I was fortunate to catch 12 out of those 15 performances (I missed Fenway, first night at Jones Beach, and St. Louis) and one or two of the shows I caught (Deer Creek & Asheville) have already solidified themselves as high water marks that Phish 3.0 will be chasing for the rest of the summer and hopefully, for the next few years.

The day of reckoning fell upon us, on Father's Day of all days, as it all came down to the grand finale at Alpine Valley in Wisconsin after thousands and thousands of heads followed their heroes from Fenway Park in Boston via the North East Corridor (Jones Beach, Great Woods, Camden), and through a Southern swing (Asheville, Knoxville, Bonnaroo), and eventually ended up in the Midwest (St. Louis, Burgettstown, Deer Creek, and Alpine Valley).

Yeah, Wisconsin is a lovely state, but I only get to see it when Phish comes to town. I was among the numerous souls who made the sojourn all the way to Wisconsin. Tour closers tend to be overrated by unattainable expectations from fans, not in a bad way, but in a good way because everyone sorta expects the band to do something a little special before they go back into hibernation for several weeks. I've learned over the years to just accept each show as it's own individual treat thereby eliminating any unnecessary expectations on the band and the music.

However, I was still cognizant that Sunday's show was the last show of the tour and hoped for something special and out of the ordinary.

For the first time on this leg, we didn't haven't to wake up and travel. Instead, we slept in and enjoyed the amenities at our lakeside resort. After an adventurous brunch, we played mini-golf. We had several bets going including an overall skins game among seven people including Daddy and his Hey Bub crew. I also gambled heavily against GMoney and Iggy. I ended up shooting the worst score out of my crew, however, I won several clutch skins including a hole-in-one on the 13th hole. I actually hustled my friends for a few bucks before we even got to the lots!

The lot scene at Alpine Valley is among the worst on the tour because of the wafting aroma of pig shit from the adjacent farms and the Nazi-centric tactics of the local law (which included a mobile jail on the premises), so we pre-partied at the lake. We also took Daddy's advice and drove to the venue as late as possible in order to snag a parking space close to the exit so we wouldn't have to wait 2 hours to get out. That sacrifice meant that I only had a few minutes in the lot to sell my extra lawn ticket. Since I had gotten $50 for my extra the previous night (almost double what I expected), I was prepared to give away my extra for free. While standing in line to take a piss, I unsuccessfully negotiated a trade for Xannies from a chick I was pretty sure was coked up to the tits, but she her brain was fried and she muttered things that I could not understand and the deal fell through. I ended up snagging $20 for the extra from a guy standing behind me witnessing the trainwreck of a conversation.

6/21/09 Alpine Valley Music Theatre, East Troy, WI

Set I: Brother, Wolfman's Brother, Funky Bitch, Divided Sky, Joy, Back On The Train, Taste, Poor Heart, Horse > Silent in the Morning, The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday > Avenu Malkenu > The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday, Time Turns Elastic

Set II: Crosseyed and Painless > Down With Disease > Bug > Piper, Velvet Sea, Boogie On Reggae Woman, Slave to the Traffic Light

Encore: Grind, Frankenstein

We had lawn seats for the last show and secured a decent spot ten minutes before show time. While we got settled in, a chick stopped in front of us and puked. She had tons of eye makeup and a very expensive hand bag and quickly left after she vomitted.

"See you on Dave Matthews tour!" I shouted as she stumbled away.

One of the guys in front of me tried to cover up the puke with an empty nachos container. That didn't work and a wookie ended up slipping on the puke five minutes into the set. Wookie wipeout on the lawn. It wasn't pretty.

The boys opened the show with Brother and one by one, several of their children wandered out to the front of the stage. The babies were held by an adult and the rest of the children all hopped into an old school metal bathtub for the duration of the opening song. That was Phish's way of paying tribute to their children... on Father's Day.

photo: G Cactus


Brother was followed up by... Wolfman's Brother. The version did not necessarily stand out, but I appreciated the brother theme to open the show. For the third song, Trey pointed out that he noticed one fan held up a sign for the last two days so they decided to play one of the two songs he had been asking for (Funky Bitch and Sneaking Sally). The boys ripped into Funky Bitch which was the first time they played it in the Phish 3.0 era. We heard it sound checked in Burgettstown and they finally busted it out.

Iggy commented that the crowd resembled a Sunday church congregation during Divided Sky as thousands of fans thrust their arms up to the heavens.

Joy is a song that fails to move me one bit. I smoked tuff and watched in amazement as GMoney befriended a spun-out wookie who held out a vial of liquid acid. The wook gave GMoney a puddle. Actually, the puddle was so big, it was more like a small pond of liquid sunshine rested in his palm. The wook offered all of us a hit and he ingested puddles of his own. I lost count at four. The wook was hardcore and ready to blast off.

The Taste jam was one of the highlights of the first set. Melodious Page. Nothing makes me happier. The first hour of the set was rocking, with the exception of the new song. However, I was totally disappointed with the last thirty minutes of set 1. I not the biggest fan of TMWSIY > Avenu Malkenu > TMWSIY and Time Turns Elastic is the new "Pauly's Gonna Take a Piss Song." I rallied the troops at the beginning of TTE and told them that was our best bet to take a leak and reload on beers. We timed it perfectly so we caught the last half of TTE which is far superior to the initial ten minutes of that new song.

Shit, after an amazing start of the show, I found myself utterly bored with the last thirty minutes. I would have loved a fatty Mike's > Simple > Weekapuag instead. Alas, I prepped for the second set. I knew that the boys would not leave me hanging.

I gotta say that Crosseyed and Painless > Down with Disease was one of the highlights of the entire tour. Blew me away and my crew is still talking about it the morning after. And that was just the first half of a heady four song sandwich.... Crosseyed and Painless > DWD > Bug > Piper. There was only one flaw in the second set... Velvet Cheese... but they played it well and I focused in on the grin on Page's face as he belted out the lyrics.

I was a little bummed out that I missed Boogie On in St. Louis and kinda expected that we would not see it. That's why it was a pleasant and funky surprise. Everyone knows by now that Slave is my favorite Phish song, and I feel part of a special club of Slave fans because they don't play it frequently. To hear it as a second set ender makes the moment even more special. I stood up on the lawn in quiet reflection during the Slave jam. Flashbacks of all my favorite memories from this tour and Bonnaroo. It's been several years since I embarked on an extensive Phish tour and I missed living life on the fringe.

For the encore, the boys gave us an acapella Grind, followed up by a funkified cover of Frankenstein. Page played his keytair, while Mike donned a flaming bass, and Trey slapped on a five-necked guitar. Phishy hijinks. They're still having fun and as I wrote yesterday, when Phish has fun... they play better... and then I have more fun.

I wish I had more time to write, but I'm pressed for time. The boys are officially back and you just have to listen to the second set at Alpine Valley and hear for yourself. I'm super excited for the second leg of Phish's summer tour, especially Red Rocks and The Gorge.

That's it for now. I'm signing off from Lake Delavan, Wisconsin. I'm driving to Milwookie and flying back to Las Vegas to return to work covering the World Series of Poker. One circus ends, and another begins.


Update: Check out G Cactus' Photostream on Flickr, including a picture of Trey's 5-neck guitar.


Sunday, June 21, 2009

How to hook up at a festival

Introduction

So you're single and going to a festival; lucky for you. Music festivals are a great time and going solo ought not get you down. One thing I can attest to is the large number of people who are on the level at these things; if all of life was like this, most of us would never have trouble finding solid, fulfilling dates. As a single dude, I've gone to many music festivals with no mustang sally riding shot gun, but ended up meeting more than enough Brandy's, Jessica's, and sweet Melissa's to sing me to sleep every night.

No soul should go hungry at these events. Thus, with input from my peers, I've put together a five part series on how to have a successful, fulfilling hook up at a festival. Granted, not all of you out there need advice, because it just comes easy for you. Let me be the first to say a) congratulations b) your beauty makes us all hate you (kidding).

Everybody needs lovin. For the rest of us, these tips should put
you in a good spot for some action. Feel free to leave additional ideas in the comments, and together we'll spread the love to all four corners of the lot.


Section I:
Start Early

In the square world, courting a mate could take weeks (or months, but who the hell waits
that long for lovin?). In the festival lot, you’ve got 3, maybe 4 days to make the magic happen, so act with a purpose. Thankfully, most people at a festival know this. We all understand we’re on vacation, open and free by nature, and some of us are in the mood for a little out of town sleeping bag shenanigans to really make the weekend great. With this in mind, preplanning and the first few hours are pretty crucial in establishing yourself.

Before you leave:

-Prep your equipment to make sure your spot is an inviting love nest (dry, shaded, sweet looking). Traveling w/a crew normalizes things and keeps you mentally comfortable.


-Bring plenty of ice, food and beer. Plan on sharing stuff.


-Make sure you have clothes in which you’re comfortable and looking decent enough that someone might even bone you sober (leave the “no fear” gear at home).
Also bring some of your favorite snazzy party gear for late night show debauchery.

-Pack some extra items that will allow you to interact with potentials lovers on a more fun and intimate level (lotion, stereo for dance parties, costumes, extra drugs, condoms).


Freaking Brilliant Costume Example



When you get there:

After set up, you'll want to check out your extended neighbors.
Often I’ll post up on the thoroughfare adjacent to my campsite and just watch people walk to the first night shows, scanning for people I think I might like to talk to. Spread out a little bit, and make sure you get a good sense of who’s out there before devoting precious time/resources. If I see some people I like, I’ll approach them to try and say something that establishes a brief but memorable connection (more on what to say later).

This past bonnaroo, I looked for groups of girls. Dealing with groups of chicks (or dudes for that matter) is more efficient and flirting with them all at once increases the primordial, competitive nature we all have regarding love mates.
This is a great way to increase your odds of getting what you want, and figuring out who you don't.

When you see someone you like, introduce yourself and start the “get to know you” small talk to plant the seeds of intimacy.
Don’t try anything crazy or elaborate. I read that “hi” is the most effective pick up line. It's more about establishing a report, so speak well. Stick to the basics (name, where they’re from) and make sure you remember what they say, especially their names (huge).

Some salesmen use a name recognition trick which I find helpful. Say their name back to them in the conversation almost immediately after meeting them, such as “hey Julie from Topeka, nice to meet you. I would consider going down on you later” (or whatever). Doing this establishes an intimate connection w/the prospect and solidifies the memory in the language center of your brain. Light touching or hugs are also good, but go with your instincts and tread lightly this early. Establishing yourself as a creep, spun out or a weirdo is probably the worst thing one can do on their mission to hook up on the lot.

Chill Out

After your initial scans and some friendly banter, relax and enjoy the rest of the night with your crew; you’ve made your presence known.
Take note of memorable show moments and stories that night which you can look to later when conversing with prospective mates.

On your way into the show get the lay of the land.
Obtain helpful information on bathhouses, ice trucks, show locations, security concerns, and anything else that will establish you as a trusted source of information later.

Remember, your mission is to establish an intimate connection throughout the weekend, culminating in the two of you doing fun, exciting things to each other. Meet people, but don't force it. No need to get over anxious and blow all your best plays in the first quarter. But hey, if you can score a hail mary touchdown on the first night, props to you. The first full day of fun awaits tomorrow.

Next Up, Section 2: Setting the Stage

Show Recap: Alpine #1 - Ghosts and Probation Officers

"LSD is fun... isn't it?"

"Those were low doses. Imagine if we had five?"

I love the morning-after conversations among my friends. Phish concerts are epic journeys in their own right let alone the effects of the party favors that send most people shooting down the rabbit hole at 120 mph. My buddies sat on rocking chairs on our porch over looking a majestic Wisconsin Lake, or a "watering hole" as our redneck friend Daddy would say. They recapped the events from the previous night. Even though those moments happened hours before, they recanted them with a semblance of glory like Vietnam veterans piecing together their epic war stories.

The hotel/lodge we're staying out is located on a golf course with swanky tennis courts. It's way too classy for our crew and it's definitely weird to see several members of the hippie circus invade a tiny little country club community. The influx of tour rats into this Wisconsin hamlet resulted from the spill over from the two Phish shows scheduled at Alpine Valley to end the first leg of their first summer tour since 2004.

We woke up in Indiana on Friday completely drenched at sunrise. We fought the perils of the mud, collapsed our drenched tent, and made the arduous trek from Indiana through Illinois and towards Wisconsin. We ate at Chaka Barrel and were utterly demoralized by Chicago traffic which cut our two-vehicle caravan into half. Mr. Fabulous had the navigation device and his computer took him on a wild goose chase through the back roads of Illinois and Wisconsin, while Iggy, GMoney, and I were caught on the highway to hell with nothing more than an old highway map and a several hits of liquid sunshine. Iggy was tilting pretty hard as he handled driving duties while GMoney and I smoked tuff through the graveyard of automobiles that slowly crept through the congested roads encircling Chicago.

Alpine Valley is a place of mixed emotions for me. Phish always performed some of their best shows at the venue, but the massive lawn sloped at such a tough angle that it really killed your knees and back by the end of a two-night run. Plus, the local federales are a bunch of overzealous Nazis. They sent out hordes and waves of undercovers (as one Disco Sister warned... some were even in dreadlocks because it was hard to distinguish between friend and foe). The long arm of John Q. Law curtailed any sort of vending at Shakedown. In addition, they revoked heads' party passes left and right by handing our tickets for possession of mary jane and possession of paraphernalia. Alpine Valley was always known as a hot spot... but with these depressed economic times, the local municipality had a reason to generate even more funds... which meant a harder crackdown on Phisheads.

Despite the Draconian measures at Alpine Valley, we decided to pre-party at our lakeside cabin. Daddy and his Indiana crew also stayed at the same complex. He brought over his banjo for a ripping jam session on our porch. We eventually loaded up the van and headed to the venue somewhat late. I had less than one hour to sell an extra lawn ticket. The night before, extra lawn tickets at Deer Creek were going for as low as (Free > $20). I wanted to get around $30 for mine since I paid $60.

One shirtless wookie offered me $25 or five Klonapins. Since most wooks were looking for a miracle, I almost sold it on the spot. I held out and ten minutes later, a different kid bought my ticket for $50. I was surprised when he handed me the cash, since there were hundreds if not thousands of extra lawns floating around the lot.

My girlfriend scored me a pavilion seat (in the same section as Daddy). The rest of my crew had lawn seats and I headed down front to rage out. Daddy arrived with one of his boys from Hilljack, Indiana. They are a rough and tumble bunch and know how to fuckin' party. One of his "Hey Bub!" crew dug through a bag of shrooms. He accidentally dropped a stem on the ground. A random guy walked by and stepped on the stem, crushing it into several dozen small pieces. Without even blinking, the Hey Bub guy scooped up the broken shrooms and popped them in his mouth. That's how the Hilljack Indiana boys roll.

"Make sure you blog that," said Daddy.
6/20/09 Alpine Valley, WI

Set 1: PYITE, Runaway Jim, Stash, Yamar, Bathtub Gin, Kill Devil Falls, Train Song, Farmhouse, SParkle, Antelope

Set 2: Waves, Sample in a Jar, Maze, Makisupa Policeman, Ghost > Lizards, YEM > NICU, Prince Capsian, Waste, Fire

Encore: Character Zero
The boys took the stage a good 45 minutes late as Gordo sported his trademarked sleeveless black t-shirt. For the first night against the green-shaded backdrop of Alpine Valeey, he went with the purple pants look.

They kicked off the show with a courtly version of Punch You in the Eye, both a delicious and tantalizing appetizer for the Alpine two-day feast. I took that song choice as a bold statement... Phish was not fucking around.

Jim and Stash were well-sculpted repeats for me. I caught them both a few times already on this tour, so I used both songs to smoke up, chat with Daddy, and watch the crowd. I get off witnessing the elation of fans who are seeing Phish for the first time. Brings a tad of warmth into my cold darkened heart which had been jaded by the decline of the Phish scene in the Phish 1.0 and Phish 2.0 eras.

I love to hear Mike belt out the tunes and I also dig the reggae and calypso side of Phish. Yamar is a perfect vehicle for both, and the beginning of my favorite part of the first set. The crowd favorite Bathtub Gin brought everyone to their feet and belting out the lyrics. I circled it on my set list because I couldn't stop dancing the entire time. Oh, and that's when everything I had ingested had kicked in.

I have caught several live versions of Kill Devil Falls and it's been getting better each time. Daddy calls the song "Chalkdust Torture, Jr." and he has a good point. The first part has a similar hook, but the second half gives the band plenty of wiggle room for improvisation.

"I love the jams the best," said GMoney. "Especially when they're jamming over different landscapes. I think Kill Devil Falls is played in a minor key, which is a sadder note. One note... a whole different world."

If we were indoors, the high-energy Antelope would have melted the walls. People were losing their minds as Phish closed out the set with a smokin' version. Some dude next to me was nearly jizzing all over the setlist as he looked over my shoulder and scribbled down a couple of notes.

"Best set of Phish ever!" he proclaimed long enough to take Trey's cock out of his mouth.

I rolled my eyes. Sometimes, fans have guzzled so much Kool-Aid that their heroes can do no wrong. It was a hot set, but no way the best ever.

At setbreak, Daddy and I headed up to the top of the hill to find his sister and the rest of the Hilljack Hey Bubs. My cell phone was water logged after the Deer Creek downpour and luckily GMoney gave me his antiquated cell phone to use as a backup so I could send Twitter updates. However, the reception was so shotty that I just gave up on entertaining the Twitheads and just accepted the fact that I couldn't receive or make calls/send messages. GMoney, Mr. Fabulous, and Iggy were on their own somewhere in the sea of humanity, while I hunkered down with Daddy and the Hilljack Hey Bubs.

Smokin' tuff on the lawn and gambling on the opening song for the second set? That's one of my favorite set break past times. Waves was not on my radar and a mellow way to kick things off.

"Perfect name for that song," said GMoney. "Waves has lots of swells. The song swells up in instantly as the song goes along."

"Sample in a Jar? It's the favorite song for Dave Matthews Band fans who are attending their first Phish show," explained Daddy. "The louder someone sings it, the bigger the Dave fan."

Maze was cookin' and out of control, like a bull jacked up on crystal meth inside a china shop. Hard-drivign jams, like back in the mid-1990s. A massive glowstick bombardment erupted on top of the hill as they rained down everywhere. A shitfaced Daddy stumbled around and spotted one on the ground. As he bent down to pick it up, a small figure leapt out from the darkness and scooped it up. Daddy, snatched the glowstick out of the hand of the child, who couldn't have been more than four or five years old. The kid sulked off.

"Dude, you're such a dick!" I screamed to Daddy. "You stole a glowstick from a tour kid!"

"A fuckin' kid? No way, that was a fuckin' troll. I saw the pointy ears on that fuckin' elf."

Makisupa is on my top 10 list of favorite songs, so I always love any show when they break it out. This version was the "call my probation officer" as Trey shared a bit of his self-deprecating humor. Big Red was able to joke about his former opiate addiction and previous troubles with the law in front of almost forty thousand shitfaced heads. I heart irony. Who's got my phamries?

Ghost is one of the songs that I could hear every night. Phish did not disappoint everyone at Alpine Valley and unleashed a pulsating rendition.

"Ghost was so evil, that I had to rub one out in the middle of the jam," explained Daddy on why he was spotted masturbating on the lawn during the second set.

I kept my penis in my pants, but I gotta say, I had a stiffy for Trey at that portion of the show. Thumbs up for the Alpine Ghost. Shit, the boys tore it up with Ghost the entire tour... Asheville, Jones Beach, and now Alpine Valley.

The segue from Ghost into Lizards made me smile. I'm pretty sure that's the first time they ever bridged those two songs. It wasn't the smoothest of transitions but kudos for brazen attempt.

The crowd on the hill was rocking for You Enjoy Myself and I always judged the intensity of the song by the frenetic volume of the fans chanting "Boy. Man. God. Shit!"

They boys skipped the vocal jam and drifted into a peppy NICU. Instead of Leo getting the nod, Trey called for a solo from "The Cactus." That was followed up by a more subtle and soothing Prince Caspian. It was fun to watch an imbalanced Daddy sing along to the lyrics while trying not to tumble down the hill.

During Waste a cute Phishy chick had lost her wallet. She scurried around the top of the hill with a green glowstick in a desperate attempt to locate her wallet. She returned at the end of the song with a more powerful flashlight and kept shining the lights near our feet.

"What are you doing?" asked Daddy as he checked out the curves on the heady momma.

"I'm looking for my lost wallet," she said on the verge of tears.

"Well, if you give me a blow job, I'll let you keep my wallet."

Only could Daddy get away trying to pick up Phishy chicks during Waste. It was her loss. He had over $200 in his wallet including a coupon for a free oil change at Jiffy Lube.

The cover of Jimi Hendrix's Fire was the cherry on top of the Phish sundae sprinkled in molly and rainbows. I loved watching the hypnotic crowd as they boogied down to the scintillating set closer. There's a fine line between Trey demonstrating his Hendrix groove and outright masturbating on stage, but he properly towed that line.

"I love that shit," said GMoney. "The folks lapped up that Hendrix groove."

Phish are show business pros and understand the mantra, "Always leave the audience wanting to come back for more." That's what sucks about a single song encore. They're teasing you and leaving you with just one more small dose of Phish before they take a bow and make their exit. In this instance, Iggy really wanted to hear Character Zero, so I was glad that he got to hear it live.

"It's hooky as hell," said Iggy. "I just fuckin' love it."

Overall, a fun show with a couple of valleys but tons of peaks. Leaving the lot was a nightmare. It took over two hours to exit the venue, so I took a nap in the back seat of Mr. Fabulous' vehicle while Iggy and GMoney drank heavily and befriended a group of wookies with a tour dog. They were grazing in a massive bag of rabbit food.

The boys from Vermont are having tons of fun. The more fun that they have... the better music that they play. And the better they play? The more fun that I have.

One more show to go, before the Mothership blasts off and whisks away all of these space kids, wookies, and Phish denizens.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Show Recap: Wake of the Flood at Deer Creek

I woke up in West Virginia.

Phish tour takes me to strange and exotic locales, like Weirton, WV. On Friday morning, we drove from the hills of West Virginia through the flatlands of mid-Ohio towards the corn fields of Indiana. As per usual... we hopped into Iggy's truck, cranked up the tunes, ate at Cracker Barrel, and got lost taking the backroads to Deer Creek.

Sitting in the back of Iggy's pick up, we had a Generation Kill moment. He drove like a bat out of hell while we sang cheesy soul tunes from the 70s and I pecked away on my laptop writing the review of Burgettstown.

Mr. Fabulous joined our crew and arrived at Deer Creek at noon to set up camp. He grabbed a spot at Close By Campground which boasted about a shuttle to and from the show. We rolled in super late around 5pm and were one of the last vehicles allowed inside. We scrambled to set up a big tent. Seriously, Iggy's tent was fuckin' big. It's for Shaq and Star Jones. And you could also fit in a dozen hobbits, three tour dogs, and a spun out wookie. We erected the circus tent next to his truck and secured the fucker down. I knew it could withstand wind, but we failed to add a rain tarp on top of the tent.. No cover against the rain. We fucked out out of laziness. Total rookie move on our part. As it turned out... it rained so hard that it probably wouldn't have mattered.

Yes, the weather was a factor in the lone show at Deer Creek this summer. It was a bit odd to only see a single show instead of a multi-night run. Throw in a rain delay and you had a recipe for one strange show.

We got in line for the shuttle, which was a big yellow school bus driven by a woman who looked like Shirley from What's Happening! She blasted R&B music and Keith Sweat the entire ride to the venue. We were so close that we could have walked... and we probably should have.... because we were caught in traffic for an endless amount of time.

We were drunk and restless. The bus was packed with heads and several were already sauced as they brought as much booze onto the bus as they could carry. A young girl in front of me had an entire bottle of whiskey. Space kids got shitty in traffic while another guy fired up a fatty in the back. At one point we learned the bus driver's name and began chanting it. She got all excited and decided to aggressive jump a lines to get us into the venue much faster. I tipped her $5 and kicked her down one Vicodin in appreciation of her deft driving skills. I asked her if she was single, because my buddy Daddy was looking for a rimjob after the show.

I found Daddy and his sister, who I have only met once before... at a Phish show at Deer Creek. We hung out and tried to sell a plethora of tickets that we accumulated. We had like twenty lawn seats and were practically giving them away for free. I had two extras. I miracled one heady momma on Shakedown Street because she told me her bad beat story of the tour (best friend arrested in Camden for DUI and she got her car broken into at Bonnaroo) and I handed her the lawn seat. She gave me a hug and told me that the aliens will be kind to me when they comeback to take all of the space kids back to their home planet... wherever that may be.

The other ticket? I scored two grams of bubble hash. The kid was trying to sell it to me for $60 so that was the monetary equivalent. In reality, lawn tickets were going for around $10 to $20. G-Money was hawking his extras and offering up a sweet deal, "Half price tickets! Almost free."

We scored doses from a chick with armpits hairier than mine. That's when I saw the clouds in the distance.
6/19/09 Deer Creek, Noblesville, IN

Set I: Backwards Down The Number Line, AC/DC Bag, Limb By Limb, Moma Dance, Water in the Sky, Split Open and Melt, Lawn Boy, Wedge, Stealing Time From The Faulty Plan, Connection, Ocelot, Fluffhead

Set II: I Heard The Ocean Sing > Drowned > Twist, Let Me Lie, Tweezer > 2001 > Suzy Greenberg, Possum

Encore: Sleeping Monkey, Tweezer Reprise
First set? 90 minutes of high octane Phish. Highlights? Moma, Wedge, and Fluffhead. The set was a well-crafted stew of new and old. Oh and a nice little debut of The Connection from the elusive Undermind album.

We hung out on the lawn in the middle. Good crew up there and we were smoking tuff and dancing and dosing. Towards the end of the set, the lightning storm flashed in the distance. As Fluffhead raged on, the lightning shards whipped the crowd into the frenzy. It was still dry but everyone knew a storm was coming.

Around 10pm, we finished up the end of the setbreak while everyone on the lawn marveled at the spectacular lightning. That's when there was an announcement... the show will be postponed until 11pm. They asked everyone in the pavilion to stay put and told everyone on the lawn to go back to their cars and seek shelter their. Play would resume at 11pm. Rain delay.

Mr. Fabulous scouted a place to ride out the storm... the concrete bathroom behind the lawn at the top of the hill. We waited out the storm there with 30 or so other people as tens of thousands of people spilled out into the lots. That's when everything kicked in as the sideways rain pelted everyone.

The boys resumed play at 11pm as promised and we scurried out to the lawn as the rain eased up to a light drizzle. The second set? The best set of Phish I witnessed since their triumphant return in Hampton. The low points (for me) were Ocean and Let Me Lie while everything else was pure smoke. Tweezer > 2001 > Suzy? Unreal. That's why I go to see Phish shows.

Page was on top of his game for Suzy. I can't wait to hear Mr. Keyboard Player's jamming out on that.

Sleeping Monkey was a nifty treat. A hidden gem. More Fishman singing hijinks. Trey looked like a little kid bouncin' up and down for Tweprise.

It was raining heavily during the encore and the skies emptied out as we walked out. Of course, we went out the wrong exit and had to navigate the entire moated complex to find the right parking lot... during the torrential downpour. Within seconds, we were drenched. Everything. When we finally found the bus stop, a wet drugged up anxious mob awaited the yellow bus. Security guards were practically pulling space kids off the sides of the bus in order to let the bus drive down the path towards the bus stop. A couple of wooks popped the back door and jumped inside. A security guard raced after the bus driving about 5mph as it tried not to run over any hippies. In a scene out of a movie, the security guard grabbed one wook by the dreads and pulled him out of the doorway. The security guard jumped onto the moving bus and then tossed another wook out the back door as the bus came to a halt. Unreal. All of this in a downpour.

I was one of the lucky souls who scored a spot on the bus. Iggy, Mr. Fabulous, and GMoney were all stuck waiting in the angry mob. It reminded me of the last helicopter leaving the US embassy during the fall of Saigon at the end of the Vietnam War.

Shirley the bus driver got lost and we headed into the darkness of the cornfields. She realized her error and blamed the "skinny cracker cop" who gave her the wrong directions. She pulled a U-turn in a cornfield and I quickly objected.

"This is how buses get stuck in the mud!" I screamed.

We eventually found our way back on the right track. She made fun of the space kids for camping outside in the rain. When one guy smoked up, she chastised him.

"You know the rules, don't smoke weed unless you bring enough for everyone!"

When I walked back to our camp, our entire tent was flooded and turned into the 9th Ward. We were forced to sleep in the truck. My phone was dead, I was on the version of hypothermia, and the drugs were wearing off. But... I couldn't have been happier. I witnessed the best show of the tour since Asheville and more importantly, my entire stash was miraculously dry. Small simple pleasures.

Next stop... Alpine Valley.

Phish 06/19/09 Deer Creek, Noblesville, IN Setlist

Sounds like a wet and epic time in the cornfields...

06/19/09 Verizon Wireless Music Center (Formerly Deer Creek), Noblesville, IN

Set I: Backwards Down The Number Line, AC/DC Bag, Limb By Limb, The Moma Dance, Water in the Sky, Split Open and Melt, Lawn Boy, The Wedge, Stealing Time From The Faulty Plan, The Connection 1, Ocelot, Fluffhead

Set II: A Song I Heard The Ocean Sing> Drowned> Twist, Let Me Lie, Tweezer> 2001> Suzy Greenberg, Possum

Encore: Sleeping Monkey, Tweezer Reprise

1 First Time Played


Can't wait to read Dr. Pauly's review of this one!

Friday, June 19, 2009

Show Recap: Walk Away in PA and the Adventures of Pirate Iggy

I was excited for the third act of my Phish journey. The first act included four shows.... Jones Beach > Great Woods > Camden during the North East swing. Then I headed down South for the second act including stops in Asheville > Knoxville > Bonnaroo. I skipped St. Louis (ticket was too pricey) and rested up in Ohio for the last four shows.

My crew for the last leg included GMoney, Iggy, and Daddy. Both Daddy and GMoney are Phish veterans with GMoney having the most music seniority out of all of us. He caught almost 97 Dead shows back in the day and he's bred for the tour life. And Iggy? He was a Phish virgin... curious that three close friends of his were fanatical about the band from Vermont. Much like Otis in Asheville, Iggy was more than curious. He wanted to jump into the scene head first. He was looking to see what he missed since his last "jammy" show which was the Grateful Dead in Las Vegas circa 1992. He has not been in a lot in 17 years... and he missed it.

Since Iggy was a former professional gambler he was down for plenty of prop betting. Illicit drug use and degenerate gambling make everything slightly more interesting. We stopped at a Waffle House in bumblefuck Ohio and we set our first wager on our potential waitress... Iggy suggested that she would have "gang tattoos" while I went for the older "missing teeth" waitress. We had neither and it was a push. We also had a prop bet on the number of wookies pulled over by local cops on rural Route 22 on the way to the venue. I set the line at 1.5 and Iggy took the over. I won that bet. Only one group of spacekids were pulled over.

Next prop bet? Van Halen cover songs. I gave Iggy 100-1 odds that Phish would not play Running with the Devil at Burgettstown. I also gave him 50-1 that Phish would not play any Van Halen covers.

We stashed our gear at a hotel in West Virginia because Burgettstown and the PA border was just a few miles way. We arrived relatively early and set up shop. We wanted Iggy to get a full lot experience. GMoney and I thought about getting him a costume, but we settled on a simple eye patch for a pirate theme. It was a perfect way to introduce Iggy to the scene which can be extremely intimidating to newbies. The eye patch helped break the ice. It ended up being a huge hit. Pirate Iggy fielded plenty of photo requests which was odd because the old Iggy was extremely camera shy. Phish was bringing him out of his shell.

A shroom dealer thought that I was a cop because I had a small notebook out while we discussed a potential deal. It was my way of trying to figure out if he was a cop. That's when playing a lot of poker came in handy. The way he shifted his weight and flared his nostrils, I knew that he was a dealer worried that I was a narc. I assured him that I was legit and laughed at the situation. In 163 shows, I have never been accused of being a cop in the lot. In South America, I was accused of being a CIA operative since journalists provide the perfect cover for spooks. Anyway, the deal went down and I scored a batch of very weak shrooms. GMoney was our test subject.

My buddy Daddy and his crew rolled up and we finished out the last hour in the lot catching up on old times and prepping Iggy for his first show. And GMoney was raging and ready to go. His shirt was already dirty before we even went into the venue after slamming several beers. He was bringing his A-game for his first show back.
6/18/09 Post Gazette Pavilion, Burgettstown, PA

Set I: Golgi Apparatus, Chalkdust Torture, Bouncin, Wolfman's Brother, Divided Sky, Heavy Things, Walk Away, Wilson, Tube, Alaska, David Bowie

Set II: Down With Disease > Free, Guyute, Piper > Circus Comes to Town, Harry Hood, Squirming Coil, You Enjoy Myself

Encore: Grind, Hello My Baby, HYHU > Bike > HYHU, Loving Cup
I lost a couple of more prop bets with Iggy including on the start time and whether or not a faded space kid would fall down. She was barefoot and stumbling back and forth on the slanted lawn. Her wookie boyfriend did his best to hold her up but in between spurts of dancing he let her stand alone while he got his groove on. It was those moments when I thought she was about to keel over. I lost the bet when she got too wasted and his boyfriend took her away.

First five songs were part of the similar theme Phish has been doing... unleashing their greatest hits for fans seeing their first show back. My personal highlights were Wolfmans and Wilson. And the bustout? Walk Away first time played since 2000. Iggy ecstatically approved of that tune by the James Gang. He loves Joe Fuckin' Walsh. Who doesn't?

The boys brought the funk with Tube. It was not the best version I heard this tour, but I'd hear it at every single Phish show if I could construct the set lists every night.

Bowie was a little blah. They flubbed the end part but the kid next to me was going ape shit over the glow stick war. He was at his first show and never saw florescent flying around in the darkness before.

Iggy was blown away by the first set. He compared the show to attending church and called Trey "Eric Clapton on acid."

We hung out on the lawn the entire show and although Daddy had pavilion seats, he came up to the lawn for the second set. He was very sloshed and I never saw a fat kid get down like he did when he danced during the funky part in Free. Then he lost it during Guyute.

OK, so I'm short on time, so I'm gonna quickly wrap this up...

First set was rocking until the end when it got sloppy. The middle part of the show was a bit off and sloppy. But the boys got their shit together by Hood and closed out the show on a strong note.

The encore featured several songs including an accapella Grind followed by shortened Hello My Baby. It was nothing more than a set up for old school Fishman hijinks. Trey jumped on the drum kit and unleashed Hold Your Head Up before Fish admitted, "Welcome to the trainwreck portion of the show." He mused that he hoped he could remember all the words to the song.

The vac solo sounded like a deer getting slaughtered, which I fuckin' loved along with all the yokels and slackjawed rednecks in the crowd.

The boys finished off the show with Page showing off his chops in Loving Cup. Solid jam at the end of that.

In the lot, we bought veggie burritos. I got 2 for $7 and Iggy feasted on his first lot burrito. I also hustled him in throwing things prop bets. I had an almost-empty bottle of water and pointed towards a large dumpster. He gave me 20-1 odds and I wagered $5. I nailed it and he shipped me a $100 bill.

As we got our stuff together to leave, two college girls who were ushers at the venue passed us on the way to their car. Their night of work was over and they were commenting on the bizarre scene.

Co-ed Usher #1: "It smells like weed in the parking lot."
Co-ed Usher #2" "In the lot? It smelled like weed inside the entire night!"

All in all, another fun night with old friends. Next stop.... Deer Creek.

You can follow my crew on their individual twitter feeds... GMoney, Iggy, Daddy, and of course I'll be updating the last three shows on Coventry's twitter feed.

Bonnaroo and Craigslist

As an avid fan of Criagslist's "missed connections", I often check events I attend to see if someone fulfilled my dream of being a subject of an official MC post. In my search I found some notable highlights from CL "personals", Bonnaroo 2009:

Have you seen IAN - 49 (Delaware) (missed connections)
He missed his ride on Sunday back to Delaware. If you know him or where he is please tell him to call home collect. He is about 6'-2" last seen wearing a brown bathing suit and no shirt sneakers holding a sign saying he needed a ride to delaware that was around noonish monday at the Bonnaroo Concert location.

Any cops looking for some? (men seeking men)
looking for cops working bonnaroo or any cops in general looking for some fun. men in uniform really turn me on. very discreet and very straight acting. hit me up and let me know.

Bachelor party - mm4ww - 28 (casual encounters)
Looking for some girls that want to have some fun while we celebrate my friendS last days as single Men! Will be going to Bonnaroo in manchester from 11th to the 14th.

Bonnaroo - m4w - 30 (men seeking women) (edited for size)
Ok, so here's the deal. I'm coming into town to see Bonnaroo and have an extra ticket for someone who's cool, mature and likes to have fun. Here's what I want...

1) Be reasonably attractive...If we're going to spend a couple of days hanging out I'd prefer to be with someone who takes care of themselves. If you're fat or missing teeth don't bother replying because those things gross me out...Nothing personal, just a preference...

2) Don't need a babysitter. If you can't handle your liquor and you're just looking for someone who will make sure your drunk ass makes it back to the tent, don't bother replying. I'm there to have a good time and have no interest in taking care of you.

3) Be cool. If you're a giggly little school girl or a washed-up drunk old hag who looks like she's been rode hard and put up wet, don't bother replying.

Looking for Bonnaroo leftovers- (men seeking men)
Hey guys, I'm looking to get with any guys still in town from Bonnaroo. I'm into hippies with ripe pits and a good scent. Come on up to the Boro and hang out for a few days. Soft bed and warm shower available. Give a ring at six one five... five five four... three one six ****. Nothing sexual has to happen, but would dig on a queer energy. I'm 5'6" 200#, inked, pierced, and ready for fun.

The Mars Volta w4m -(missed connections)
We saw each other at the Mars Volta show. You were dancing, have tats, sideburns and black-rimmed glasses. I had pigtails, was wearing a red bikini top and was sitting on the ground with my friend. She and I were there working safety but both ended up going rogue and giving into Bonnaroo. Let me just say that not running off with you and having a romance in the woods is something that I would do differently if given the chance. It's just that I felt weird about skipping work (and running off with you would have been the point of no return for sure) and I couldn't in good conscience leave my friend alone with a head full of acid in that crowd. That's why I couldn't get up. I wish you would've grabbed my hand or touched me at all... then I'd have been yours without a doubt. I couldn't get you out of my head the whole rest of the time.

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