Page McConnell, Jon Fishman, Trey Anastasio, and Mike Gordon | René Huemer/Phish You read that right: I am a gigantic Phish fan trying to convince you that they rule, and I'm well aware that the vocals only occasionally merit "hey, that's not bad" status.
The gang met in college in Vermont, officially formed the band in 1983 (though really only became a quit-your-day-job enterprise in 1988), and despite a four-year hiatus in the aughts, is still going strong. All four sing, and none particularly well. Phish is four over-50 dudes: frontman Trey Anastasio (whose mother used to work on Sesame Street), pianist Page McConnell (whose father helped create Tylenol!), bassist Mike Gordon (whose mother is an accomplished visual artist), and the charismatic and oftentimes goofy drummer Jon Fishman, whose nickname, Fish, creates massive amounts of confusion, even for diehards (onstage banter will sometimes include, "Hey, Fish, what do you think about…," sending newbies into a tailspin not seen since the "which one's Pink?" heyday of Pink Floyd). To that end, here's the 101 about Phish, the greatest artistic enterprise in this or any other galaxy. I'd like nothing more than to get other people to recognize what's going on at these gigs - or, at the very least, pump the brakes on the hatemobile. I remain undeterred from making the case for Phish. I may squeeze a fourth in before Labor Day to tide me over until the four-night New Year's Eve set at Madison Square Garden. I've already seen Phish twice this summer and have tickets for at least one more show. I hear this all the time because, alas, I am that friend. "Again?" you shout at your screen when yet another pic hits your feed.
Everyone has that one friend who clogs Instagram with selfies next to "transcending" dudes in cargo shorts, or, worse, repetitive shots of the complex lighting rig that envelops the stage. For me, it's standing in the grass watching four aging dorks from Vermont play seemingly endless improvised jam-rock tunes with thousands of other sweaty obsessives.Ĭhances are you've noticed that Phish, the psychedelic act that keeps 1960s-style jam-band grooves alive for generations young and old, is touring yet again. For some, it's hiking for others, it's about surfing or reading or late nights at a beer garden jawing with old friends. Summer means different things to different people.
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