Trapped in a Glass Case of Emotion: 100 Reasons Why Phish Should Reunite
Between the anticipation, excitement, and the nerves, this week has been a roller coaster ride. I knew the emotions would be crazy, but between thinking through travel planning, avoiding missteps with tickets, hotels, traffic and wondering who we might run into from the days or yore, coordinating meetups, and so on; it’s freaking hard concentrate and man, I’m nervous.
I’m sure we’re all in the same situation this week; clicking mercilessly from emails, to message boards, to YouTube, to blogs, and back to emails. The waiting is getting unbearable and working is getting tougher by the minute. We’ve hashed over every topic to the point of even having discussions about what various friends will wear to the shows (that’s easy, Quadrophenia shirt). Don’t lie; I know you’ve thought about it too.
Anyway, I couldn’t really think of anything worth adding to the conversation this week until listening to Harry Hood the other day. I vividly remember trying to listen to Hood after Coventry and feeling really pretty bummed out. I didn’t leave Coventry with a bad feeling at all about the band or foster any ill will whatsoever, but strangely in the few months that followed, it became kinda depressing. That song in particular really struck a nerve and didn’t sit well at all for quite a while and became sort of a symbol of growing up, something I wasn’t really excited to do.
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