MR. MINER'S PHISH THOUGHTS

Page sat in with Mike’s new band on Friday night, August 15th, for four songs, totaling almost an hour at Waterfront Park in Phish’s hometown of Burlington, VT. (You can listen and download below.)  The extended sit-in featured a tight seventeen minute jam out of the blues-rock, “Traveled Too Far,” a song on which both Page and Trey appear on Mike’s album.  The jam showcased not only Page, but Mike’s whole band who engage in some pretty intense playing.  They also performed a playfully improvised version of the upbeat Gordon tune, “Voices,” which allowed Page to take some solos and loosen up a bit.  With guitarist Scott Murawski and Gordon, the three join in some very cool musical exchange in this jam.  The bluegrass/honky-tonk song “Walls of Time” follows, and Page’s sit-in ends with a bit of Phishy foreshadowing with an roots-based version of “Makisupa Policeman.”  Mike’s band plays this really well, in an authentic island-sounding way, and Mike and Page play some very smooth dub in the short jam.  I’m not sure who comes on stage, but they rip a feeststyle over the second verse!  This is fresh rendition of a song that I thought got pretty dull with Phish.  All in all, the show is really good and worth a listen.  It gives you a sense of what Mike- the busiest member of Phish- is doing these days.  And The Page sit in is great.  Half of Phish is half of Phish, any way you slice it.

Page sat in with Mike’s new band on Friday night, August 15th, for four songs, totaling almost an hour at Waterfront Park in Phish’s hometown of Burlington, VT. (You can listen and download below.)  The extended sit-in featured a tight seventeen minute jam out of the blues-rock, “Traveled Too Far,” a song on which both …

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And then it’s over. With a deep sun tan, it’s back to the rest of the world. With one last show-closing final note, summer tour is over. Whether you had seen every show, or had just made it to a few, that last drumbeat sent a bittersweet internal rhythm through you that fluctuated between ecstasy and sorrow. Was it all a dream? It was just too much fun to have been real. Was it really over? Did you ever imagine that happening in your life? Am I still the person I was before?

The shows were the obvious centerpieces of your experience, providing the other-worldly memories, and soundtrack, but there was so much adventure involved. Camaraderie, spontaneity, partying, driving, laughing- and probably some drama in there too. It was so fun living with your friends, against the grain, while everyone else was sleeping, and sleeping while everyone else was living. Sure, you overlapped for some hours, but whether you reversed your schedule for a month a week, or maybe even a day or two, you always got the feeling that you were pulling one over on everyone else. You knew the Phish, tasted the magic; and few were let in on the secret. It wasn’t a bad thing, not everyone could know- it just wasn’t their path.  But you still felt like an undercover superhero!  Your mission- be inside the show when the lights go down, in one piece with a ticket, and while doing so, party, bask in life, and avoid the cops. “Keep the tires off the lines,” as Page has instructed us in song. A real-life video game- and you were living it.

Your closest friends were on your journey with you; all of you contributing to reaching your treasure each night. Whether it was driving the final early morning shift and pulling into the hotel at 9am, finding a ticket for a friend, or finding the local liquor store at 4 pm and scoring booze for after the show; everyone found a way to contribute. Well, most everyone. I’m sure we all had a friend who managed to do very little, but point being, you had your squad. And during the summer months, you felt invincible as you navigated the country under the blazing sun, from amphitheatre to amphitheatre, with a car running on dreams, childlike fascination, and lord knows what else.

But this was the last stop; there were no more tomorrow nights. This was it- the last one. Last set break. Last set. Last encore. Over. People were dispersing from here- all going back home, or wherever it was they said they were