So you probably know that Phish is my favorite band. I saw my first Phish show exactly 11 years ago in 1995. I’ve drived thousands of miles, seen tons of concerts, given a lot of free hugs, seen a lot of sketchy things, bathed in seas of dirt, spent nights sleeping in McDonalds parking lots, gotten speeding tickets in Virginia and had my car totalled, all because of Phish.
Oh, and then they broke up in 2004 and ruined my life.
For years rumored swirled around the smelly head of Trey Anastasio, the lead singer, that he was one big crackhead. The music got shittier and shittier, his ego got bigger and his concert rants got nuttier. At Phish’s final show, Trey told the same weird story two nights in a row to a crowd of 100,000, all who walked miles through mud trenches to see is snorty ass.
I spent a lot of my teen years workshipping Trey, until the night when I was 19 and saw a gaggle of underaged hos getting shuffled onto Trey’s bus after his Portland, ME, solo show.
Trey has two young daughters and a wife.
As an early Christmas present to his family, Trey went out and got arrested the other night for driving under the influence. He also had a gaggle of prescription drugs, made out in someone else’s name, all over his car.
I really hope Phish gets back together!