Not much room for hate here. I know there are those who desire to read tales from Phish tour of ecstasy-addled-lost-children in the lot or a breast-feeding-wook nourishing her tour spawn within twenty rows of the stage; but this past weekend even these things could not detract from my enjoyment. Im not going to get into the setlist or Mike's playing or the shooting stars or any of that. Saratoga was a great show, but on Friday night in Hartford I felt and was moved by the Vibration of Life. The music, the lights, the moments. It was fucking incredible. See you retards in Cali.
"when was the last time one of you picked up a fucking book!"
Well Palmer, Phish tour is over, and I have just one question. Where is the hate? I for one had an amazing time at all the shows I went to, in spite of the human garbage I was forced to interact with. Whether it was boozed up frat boys at Fennway or gropers cracked out on PCP in Hartford, there were some people who were seriously detracting from my experience. If there is one thing that Phish tour and the angry head has taught me, it is that there is a different breed of asshole from every city in this fair nation. And they all got out and left their mark on the summer tour. From CT preppie complaining about the wok piss on his topsiders, to the Guido parking attendant charging double for a car top camper and then ruthlessly stealing beer from his customers, all the way to the thugged-out white boy forcing d&d geeks to buy his fake ecstasy, Phish tour paints a vivid picture of what is wrong with the world today. Phish tour is a mosaic, an over arching picture of consumption and greed, made up by the despicable individuals that form the phish community. Who is Hating on Breast-feeding? Kind of sexist don’t you think?
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