Game 52: You Enjoy Myself

Taking the mound tonight, at least as far as I'm concerned, will be Trey Anastasio, Mike Gordon, Paige McConnell and Jon Fishman at the Jones Beach Ampitheater. They are pictured above after jumping the bump at Fenway Park to sing an a Capella version of the Star Spangled Banner before the show they played there on Sunday.

I don't care if Phish wore Red Sox jerseys when they sang the National Anthem, just as I don't care if A-Rod listens to Madonna, Hideki Matsui likes Menudo, Nick Swisher blasts Kenny Chesney, or A.J. Burnett rocks out to Godsmack. For all the melding of music and sports were do here at Fack Youk, they are still very separate pleasures.

Today also happens to be the anniversary of my emergence from the womb (in case you were wondering why I wrote this post), so the title of the song below is as self-indulgent as it is apropos. It represents everything people dislike about Phish songs: The extended composed sections and jams make it so long that almost every version on YouTube had to be split up into two, if not three parts. There are hardly any lyrics and the ones there don't make any sense. Odds are you won't like it, and chances are I don't really give a shit. Not today, anyway.

Matt is still away in the land of the Canucks so there won't be a game recap, either. Fear not, Fackers, we will be back in full force tomorrow. 

Chicks With Guitars

I posed this question a while back, but in light of the nasty guitar solo Susan Tedeschi just laid down during Southbound, it must be resurrected:

Here is the question: A chick ripping a guitar solo: Hot or Not?

Check out the look of pride on Derek Truck's face (and the one of surprise on Warren's) if you think I'm messing with you. With all due respect to Sampson, the answer is "Hot. Real, real hot".

As they were exiting the stage, this got picked up on Greg's mic:

"Thanks for letting me play man, it was fun" ~ Bruce Hornsby

Yes.

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Shut up, I had tons of other things I could have done with my Saturday night, but chose to watch this concert instead (not really, but I blame Meredith for making me start drinking at 2:00).

Sanity Never Came My Way

I've been getting text updates from all three Phish shows this weekend from my (ironically averaged-sized) friend Fat Jon, and one of my buddies who I goaded into doing a version of Guitar Solo Sunday.

Tonight's opener was one of the tunes I've never heard live:

The stars in the sky are very bright.

(Stars are bright)

The stars in the sky are very bright.

(Are bright)

The stars they really suck tonight!

(stars suck)

The stars in the sky are very bright.



And I don't care if the world explodes.

(world ex-plodes)

No, I don't care if the world explodes.

(Ex-plodes!)

You can save the whales, you can save the toads.

(Toads)

But I don't care if the world explodes.

As you know, I am a fan of wildlife conservation (and nihilism)...