Phish Concerts, 1990s, By Amy Blair

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Who: Amy Blair
What: Phish Concerts
When: 1990s

Isn't it cute that people still listen to Phish?

On Thursday, the jam-band-that-killed-jam-bands played their final Brooklyn show at Keyspan Park in Coney Island. Then on Monday, they played The Late Show with David Letterman from the top of the Ed Sullivan Theater at 53rd and Broadway.

Apparently this is Phish's final tour, or something, and lots of Phishheads are, like, really, really sad, and stuff. All I know is that there were a lot of pseudo-hippies stinking the subways up like patchouli and armpit over the past week, looking more out of place in New York clomping around in their Frankenstein Birkenstocks and Hemp necklaces than Paris Hilton in Louis Vuitton on a Dairy Farm in Arkansas. (Man, that's funny. Someone really ought to make a reality show about that!)

Anyway, back in the early 90s, I saw Phish in concert a couple of times. I was pretty much chronically stoned at that time, had two dreadlocks in my purple-streaked waist-length hair (count 'em -- two dreadlocks! So very Rasta…), and had a Grateful Dead bumper sticker on the back of my shitmobile '79 Chevy Nova. I also believed that underwear was an outlandish and unnecessary accessory, that leg-shaving was an invention of the devil, and that no amount of Nitrous was too much Nitrous.

In short, I was an idiot.

Fast forward ten years, and the tie-dyed frat brigade is still in full-effect, smoking doobs and jamming out on the lawn, man. Thankfully, they left some really phresh Missed Connections this week for all of us to enjoy.

Smoke 'em if you've got 'em. We're going to a Phish concert this week.