September 26, 2011

The Fever

We had the fever. It had been about three months since our last show, and we had been listening to Phish longing for a night drenched with creative music and a fantastical scene. It didn't help that we kept driving RIGHT by the venue where we saw our last show. 

Where did you come up with the term "fever", you ask? When we were hanging out before the Camden show started, this guy parked near us talked to us for a little while. He was one of them. Some might call him a Phish-head. The rest of the people at the show called him a phan. He drove a well-aged car, the back full of stuff. Drinking a beer, his long unkempt hair waving as he moved in a chill way only those who have no agenda can. Had he been to this venue before? We discussed the safety, or rather lack very there-of, of Camden. Somehow we got on the topic of grilled cheese - the most delectable of post-show treats. He was to be vending them tonight. Whit and I exchanged a smile knowing we scored on our parking situation. 

For our phan, Chris, this wasn't his first show of the summer. Clearly. He had already driven most of New England to go to the preceding 11 or so shows. We asked when he started this business of Going On Tour, as we like to call it. He passionately recounted the date and location of the first show he went to, when he was in his late teens. He came home to Texas from the northeast and that was it - he got the fever. After that he packed up his car and headed out to finish the tour, with as empty of pockets as he had ambition.

Fortunately we found a cheaper, less plan-wreaking way to cure our fever: live streaming. We turned on the computer, pulled over two big comfy chairs, and had ourselves a date night - an at-home concert. Complete with fans wading around the arena before it began and a little Mike comedy during the set-break. And it only cost a little more than a low quality beer at an outdoor amphitheater. The only thing we were missing? You guessed it - grilled cheese. I was too sleepy when it ended at 1:30am - dang mountain time. Hopefully the next show we go to, we will actually get to be there. Until then, thank you for live streaming!

(I really apologize for how terrible these pictures are. But we couldn't re-do them in the middle of Moma Dance. ;) You understand.)

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