MR. MINER'S PHISH THOUGHTS

Happy 2009 to all!  If one thing can be said for sure, regardless of your angle, 2009 will be better than 2008.  If nothing more, we will have a torrential monsoon of Phish jams to digest and comprehend, something we haven’t experienced for quite some time.  The new year is full of hope– for me personally, and for us as a community– it is all in front of us.  With destiny on our side, things are bound to turn out the way they are supposed to. Here’s to a sacred 2009.

When I got home early this morning, I had a little left in my tank.  Having recently relived the Big Cypress experience through writing, I thought I’d revisit it by sound.  Always my friends at 3am, my turntables and I warmed together for a New Years exploration of Big Cypress.  All music and magic contained in this mix is drawn from the all-night set bringing in the new millennium.  Enjoy the tunes with restoration, relaxation, and maybe a few bowl games.  Happy 2009 All!

^ fixed / edited version…Peace.

Happy 2009 to all!  If one thing can be said for sure, regardless of your angle, 2009 will be better than 2008.  If nothing more, we will have a torrential monsoon of Phish jams to digest and comprehend, something we haven’t experienced for quite some time.  The new year is full of hope– for me …

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If you’re like me, you’ve listened to Phish for uncountable hours during your lifetime. I’ve listened to them for so many hours over the years, I had a desire to increase my “listening efficiency.”  Hence, the “compilations” I have created for years and have been putting out this week; I no longer need the filler songs.  Taking this even further, there came a point, while still living in the analog era, when I knew how long to fast-forward each song before the jam dropped, cutting out the non-essentials.  While I always love the continuity of listening to entire shows, especially second sets- I also love just listening to the shit.  I reached a place where I did not always need to hear the perfectly composed sections of YEM for the eight millionth time, or repetitive rhymes about coconuts and chloroforms and Uncle Ebeneezer. While adoring these composed sections, and still loving them in a live setting, I found that they took up half of my listening on a short drive or a quick workout, and since I knew those parts in my sleep, I often wanted to get to the heart of things. No time wasted; all jams all the time.