On my flight out on Thursday I sat next to this elderly couple (maybe mid 60’s) we got to chatting, I asked them what they were doing while they were in Colorado and they told me, they were going to the shows, somewhat surprised by it, I told them that I was as well, (1/?)
We exchanged info, and saw them walking into the show Friday and they welcomed me with a huge hug and they both told me they understood why their son liked it so much. I hope they had a great weekend with all of his friends. This is what it’s all about, folks.
Just pulled into a park garage and the attendant was lighting up a bowl, went to pay and he opened the gate and says “it’s free bro I’m quitting today” happy Wednesday, kids!
Then they told me their 31 son unexpectedly died of a heart attack and was a huge phish fan, worked for Dicks Sporting Goods, and the company got them a suite for the weekend so his parents and all of his friends could go to the shows. She pulled out an envelope with 30 tickets
Billy Strings is a once in a lifetime musician. Been on this train for years since I first saw him. We’re lucky to be alive while this kid and this band can play together.
Imagine being the production manager for last night “alright, 3,2,1… CUE THE DOLPHINS. DOLPHIN 2 YOU’RE TOO LOW, Alright cue the fucking whale. Dolphin 1 I need you in more of a swimming fashion”
I told my mother to listen to Sigma Oasis last night, she called me this morning and told me she cried multiple times throughout the whole album. She’s one of us.
So let me get this straight. There’s a virus killing a bunch of homies, Elon musk is on space drugs naming his kid random numbers, monkeys are on motorcycles out there terrorizing children, there are no sports or concerts and there’s a thing called murder hornets...