i got my creative juices back...i hope?
- The second I step out of the car I feel more like myself than I have ever felt in my entire lifetime. I have never had a more intimate feeling that surged so deep within me, passing through my every cell, way down inside each breath I take, and expanding into my soul. My first experience was one I could never forget. I was completely naïve to the lifestyle, to the essence that could not possibly be put into words once you laid your eyes upon it. The smell of wet wool and stale flat beer flew up my nostrils and into my brain, pulsating with my every thought. I tried to take it all in, the people, the colors, the sounds. It was a storybook all in itself, a wonderful and mystical play land where you run off too with your friends and dance the night away. And we did just that. Walking through the masses of people was like taking a quick glimpse into everyone else’s lives. Some were meeting up with long lost souls, and others were sharing thoughts on last night’s encore. The energy was all over the place, you could feel it in the crisp winter air. It was going to be a good night. People’s faces soon became recognizable even though I had never met them before. There was a sense of family, a feeling of home, and it was all around us. I decided that I must have let my joy over power me because I had been smiling like a fool for the past 10 minutes. And it was then that I realized, out there in the middle of a parking lot full of dirty, wet wool covered, dreadlocked, tie-dyed, grilled cheese making, pot smoking, story telling hippies, it was then that I realized that I wasn’t a fool at all, I was just learning to share in the groove.
It was the beginning of a journey that of which I had no clue what it consisted of. But I didn’t really care what it consisted of anyhow. I was in love. The excitement and curiosity wasn’t just inside me, it was inside everyone. And even though this was my first Phish show no one turned me away, but rather welcomed me in, and told me there was no way to prepare for what I was about to experience. They were right, there is now was to prepare yourself for the rollercoaster of fun that Phish takes you on, but rather you have to learn to prepare yourself for the realization that they can take you anywhere you want to go, if you are willing. The first song I ever saw performed live was Chalkdust Torture, and an amazing one at that. As soon as the lights went down and everyone in the arena burst into their own sound expressing their excitement and their joy, my brother leaned my way and looked me dead in the face. He said something I will never forget, not matter its simplicity. “You have no idea what you’re in for….do you?” I didn’t have t o answer, and he knew I had no clue, but I didn’t even have time to contemplate it because before I knew it I was being overcome by an insanely beautiful sound I had never heard played so smoothly. This was it. This is what everyone has been talking about. This is the feeling! My body is now out of my control and being run by Page’s keys, Mike’s bass, Fish’s drums, and Trey and his guitar. I am letting this happen; I am letting the music flow through me faster than a dirty martini during happy hour. And I am loving every nanosecond.
When I grasped back on to a piece of reality I looked at everyone around me and realize they were letting the music into themselves just as I had done. Everyone is dancing on the beats they choose, and they are in their own groove, or at least this is how it seems. But everyone who goes to their first show realizes that this is the energy, we are feeding Phish’s music. Our dancing, our rejoice, we are all bobbing and moving and grooving together and sending one solid vibe straight up to that stage and straight back to those four guys. They can feel it just like we do, and when they feel it they play it. And there we are, jamming out to the first set having one gigantic Phish orgy.
It was the beginning of a journey that of which I had no clue what it consisted of. But I didn’t really care what it consisted of anyhow. I was in love. The excitement and curiosity wasn’t just inside me, it was inside everyone. And even though this was my first Phish show no one turned me away, but rather welcomed me in, and told me there was no way to prepare for what I was about to experience. They were right, there is now was to prepare yourself for the rollercoaster of fun that Phish takes you on, but rather you have to learn to prepare yourself for the realization that they can take you anywhere you want to go, if you are willing. The first song I ever saw performed live was Chalkdust Torture, and an amazing one at that. As soon as the lights went down and everyone in the arena burst into their own sound expressing their excitement and their joy, my brother leaned my way and looked me dead in the face. He said something I will never forget, not matter its simplicity. “You have no idea what you’re in for….do you?” I didn’t have t o answer, and he knew I had no clue, but I didn’t even have time to contemplate it because before I knew it I was being overcome by an insanely beautiful sound I had never heard played so smoothly. This was it. This is what everyone has been talking about. This is the feeling! My body is now out of my control and being run by Page’s keys, Mike’s bass, Fish’s drums, and Trey and his guitar. I am letting this happen; I am letting the music flow through me faster than a dirty martini during happy hour. And I am loving every nanosecond.
When I grasped back on to a piece of reality I looked at everyone around me and realize they were letting the music into themselves just as I had done. Everyone is dancing on the beats they choose, and they are in their own groove, or at least this is how it seems. But everyone who goes to their first show realizes that this is the energy, we are feeding Phish’s music. Our dancing, our rejoice, we are all bobbing and moving and grooving together and sending one solid vibe straight up to that stage and straight back to those four guys. They can feel it just like we do, and when they feel it they play it. And there we are, jamming out to the first set having one gigantic Phish orgy.