We who read and write here have at least one thing in common, a love of music ‘live and recorded’ (* quote source masthead of www.rocknycliveandrecorded.com, all rights reserved. Chief Editor Iman Lababedi, NYC, USA 2010)
There are opportunities which arise when perhaps we need to attend an event that we otherwise would not as was the case in October when I went to see Jethro Tull. Tonight something even more and potentially traumatic is going to occur.
Tonight I am attending a solo performance by Trey Anastasio. Lead guitarist and front man of ‘jam band’ Phish.
Phish.
Me.
Phish….
It is with great concern that I do this, admit to be there, go despite being very ill (not option there)and share the experience with you.
As with any show my first mind flash once tickets are in hand (ask Iman about the ticket thing its like watching power ball numbers getting drawn when you WANT then and when you don’t its pretty much the same only in reverse)
What to wear.
Shallow? Yea? so what
I am going to see a fucking hippy band. Not even a hippy ‘band’ but the front man of what I consider to be a Dead ripoff band.
1- I refuse to dress like a hippy
2- I own nothing in tye dye
3- I own nothing made of ‘hemp’
4- I do not wear flowing skirts
5- I’m scared.
So I will stick firm with a simple pair of jeans and a Red Sox tshirt. Why? cuz Pitchers and Catchers next week…WOOOOT and wearing Red Sox gear is a security blanket to me.
I will do my research. Cuz I’m sick as hell and really have no energy to do much more than google search the ginger.
I will pry open the vault of a mind that I have, be grateful its not a girl singer, appreciate the fact that I will not be mingling with the ‘fans’ (yick), that I will be situated above them, from what I figure in perfect olfactory level to accept the inevitable contact high to follow.
Trey Anastacio, Chevy Oakdale Theater, Wallingford CT…..tonight.
Tonight its me, you and a bunch of middle aged businessman wheeling, dealing and in my case reeling….
Hold me.. this is gonna be a tough one.