08-22-2012, 03:43 PM
This series of shows sold out in minutes of being announced online. Energy was very high, but it was pro Phishheads from all across the country, so they held their own. Phishheads party hard. Dm was told of a phishhead party ritual, witnessed by some psych friends at an afterparty over the weekend, called a chugaroo. The phishhead soaks his head in ice water for 10 seconds, then chugs a beer and then gets immediately slapped twice across the face as hard as possible. WTF?!?
Phish 1: Dm got there late because he snuck over to see Dark Knight. Most notable was this was the first show for Tim (aka Mr. J. Bailey) who is now a nurse and came on Dm's invite. He was one of three grooms there that dm served to solemnize their weddings. The only one missing was CF. ~ One of our senior vols, an old hippie who loves to be the brunt of jokes, showed off his mastery of psych by talking down an agro drunkn trppr that was intimidating everyone so well that he fell asleep on that old hippie's shoulder. Dm was there just for back up, if it didn't work. ~ Jedi-master Babs showed, as well as founder, Dr. David Smith, so Dm chilled. ~ The new RM director failed to create lammies for this 3-run show, which boded poorly. ~ Dm talked to a lot of drunk phishheads, but nothing major. ~ The brewmaster at Anchor invited all of RM to come by the brewery after the show, which he planned to covertly open just for us. Dm thought about it, but was very tired and hitching a ride back with Tim as he barted into SF. Only 4 showed, but dm knows they had a really good time.
Phish 2: There was a nekkid dude who came in right when RM was really bored. He received a hearty round of applause, but put his clothes on right away. It was an easy talkdown. He came back the next day with humble apologies and thanks. ~ An up-and-coming psych master made lammies on his own time, saving the day (or the night). ~ Jedi-master Joel showed, so dm got him to teach the crowd self-defense and takedown inservice. Dm had many requests to do one the night prior, and he would have been happy to do so, but he's more of a kung fu instructor (poke the eyes, slap the crotch, break the joints), so it's better that Master Joel do it. ~ Dm talked to a lot of drunk phishheads, but nothing major.
Phish 3: There is no supervisor designated for the show and it started shamefully disorganized. Master Babs shows again, and takes charge. Dm rallies for Tim to supervise. It's his 2nd show (he skipped Saturday) which made him the newest vol, so it seemed only logical. Tim was very pleased to have risen through the ranks so quickly. ~ This was the only night that Dm was saddled with a radio. It didn't work, hissing constantly and incoming calls broke up. It was very bothersome. ~ This is the only night that dm got into the music. Phish is an amazingly talented band, the best jam 4-piece in the biz, but rather vacuous lyrically for the most part and generally goes for the high energy dance jam climax. There's no contrast, no depth. But they threw down a great version of Walk Away (love their covers) and Free which were both enjoyable enough for dm to go swimmin' w/the phishys. ~ Dm talked to a lot of drunk phishheads, but nothing major.
Phish 1: Dm got there late because he snuck over to see Dark Knight. Most notable was this was the first show for Tim (aka Mr. J. Bailey) who is now a nurse and came on Dm's invite. He was one of three grooms there that dm served to solemnize their weddings. The only one missing was CF. ~ One of our senior vols, an old hippie who loves to be the brunt of jokes, showed off his mastery of psych by talking down an agro drunkn trppr that was intimidating everyone so well that he fell asleep on that old hippie's shoulder. Dm was there just for back up, if it didn't work. ~ Jedi-master Babs showed, as well as founder, Dr. David Smith, so Dm chilled. ~ The new RM director failed to create lammies for this 3-run show, which boded poorly. ~ Dm talked to a lot of drunk phishheads, but nothing major. ~ The brewmaster at Anchor invited all of RM to come by the brewery after the show, which he planned to covertly open just for us. Dm thought about it, but was very tired and hitching a ride back with Tim as he barted into SF. Only 4 showed, but dm knows they had a really good time.
Phish 2: There was a nekkid dude who came in right when RM was really bored. He received a hearty round of applause, but put his clothes on right away. It was an easy talkdown. He came back the next day with humble apologies and thanks. ~ An up-and-coming psych master made lammies on his own time, saving the day (or the night). ~ Jedi-master Joel showed, so dm got him to teach the crowd self-defense and takedown inservice. Dm had many requests to do one the night prior, and he would have been happy to do so, but he's more of a kung fu instructor (poke the eyes, slap the crotch, break the joints), so it's better that Master Joel do it. ~ Dm talked to a lot of drunk phishheads, but nothing major.
Phish 3: There is no supervisor designated for the show and it started shamefully disorganized. Master Babs shows again, and takes charge. Dm rallies for Tim to supervise. It's his 2nd show (he skipped Saturday) which made him the newest vol, so it seemed only logical. Tim was very pleased to have risen through the ranks so quickly. ~ This was the only night that Dm was saddled with a radio. It didn't work, hissing constantly and incoming calls broke up. It was very bothersome. ~ This is the only night that dm got into the music. Phish is an amazingly talented band, the best jam 4-piece in the biz, but rather vacuous lyrically for the most part and generally goes for the high energy dance jam climax. There's no contrast, no depth. But they threw down a great version of Walk Away (love their covers) and Free which were both enjoyable enough for dm to go swimmin' w/the phishys. ~ Dm talked to a lot of drunk phishheads, but nothing major.
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