SHARING THE SHOWS
One of the perks of my job is spring break. I don’t go down to exotic places like Jamaica, Bali, or Daytona Beach (ha!), but it is nice having down time. I visited my Mom and brother in New York for a few days and spent the last part of it here in DC. And I’d have two nights of shows in a row to cap off this wonderful week. Round 1: The Last Rewind – DC’s Phish Tribute. This would be the second time I’d ever seen any Phish tribute band. The first was Runaway Gin at Richmond’s Broadberry with Mark/Brodysseus, Drew/Brometheus, and a few assorted phans we met there. My memory’s a little hazy around that experience, but I’m thinking I liked this band more. I got there a little after 8 (and I saw a young lady in a tie dye shirt walking with friends from the Metro platform), which always helps me rally. On the way, I was able to read a book I found from one of DC’s many donation bins. Since venues no longer allow backpacks in the venue, reading on the Metro has become challenging on nights I go to shows. Fortunately, this one, Bronx Masquerade, was small enough to fit in my jacket pocket, and it’s a fun read. It showcases voices, poems, and deep inner thoughts from (fictional) students in an inner city high school. I listened to a podcast earlier this week that described “writing as exercise, reading as nutrition.” Any excuse to get my literary vitamins is a good one. I got to the venue at a little after 8:00, where I ran into Kathy, and met her friends Lisa, a high school English teacher from Falls Church, and Bill, who reminds me of my friend Sal in his mannerisms and facial structure. During setbreak, we had some awesome conversation. Topics included: 1) Why we’d rather be cats than humans (the life of a house cat is a pretty awesome one; just ask Chester); 2) Why Kathy and I aren’t festival people (as an introvert, I cherish the moment I get home from the show and just veg for a bit before passing out); and 3) That brief period between when the Beatles recorded Revolver (marking the end of the “early Beatles”) and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (thus transitioning into the psychedelic era of the “late Beatles”). Some random events as well: 1)Being offered ‘shrooms by a DC firefighter, and then later being knocked down by him as he flailed about the dance floor; 2)The dude with the “Anti-Complaining Complaining Club” T-shirt; 3)The Stanley Tucci lookalike who asked me to take a picture of him and his group; 4)A guy named Deedee who wore a classic Who T-shirt; 5)A Disco Biscuits shirt written in that funky 70s font (although I can’t get into Bisco, I always appreciate a unique design). Image below. 1)That art show on the wall behind the man, which reminds me of what SCI and Phil Lesh did during their shows at the Capitol Theater. Yet, I do invite anyone to argue that pink image isn't pornographic. Once again, image below. 1)The singer telling the audience before setbreak, “We’ll be back in fifteen minutes, not like when Trey says fifteen minutes and they mean forty-five, we’ll REALLY be back in fifteen.” Yells of “Fuck Trey!” and “Trey’s a liar!” ensued. Ahhhhh, drunken phans.
2)Kathy introducing me to Mike, a cool dude from Reston As the night went on, I started out in an introverted state, but as the music played and the energy flowed, my “extroverted” side came out, as I just shook hands and talked to random people (something I don’t usually do outside of a show setting). Something about the music just “shocks my brain” to get me there. Traveling solo also forces me to do that too. And now, the most important part: the setlist. Set 1 First Tube Golgi Apparatus Sample in a Jar (the first song I ever saw Phish play live) Glide Bathtub Gin Limb by Limb (one of my favorites) Axilla (a headbanger) Lizards Set 2 Gotta Jibboo Tweezer Llama Everything’s Right (another fav; nice to hear a new one too) Maze Mountains in the Mist (to which I had to Google the lyrics) Harry Hood (what a jam!) Encore 2001 Dog Faced Boy (not one of my favs, but a good slow tune to go between two rockers) Rock and Roll Tweezer Reprise For the post-show veg, I watched an episode of Imposters, a dark comedy about con artists that only made it to two seasons on Bravo before becoming a Netflix staple. Chester took his place on my stomach, and I was out like a light. Gotta preserve that energy for Round Two.
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