Fall Tour Recap

Portland was sick...MSG was good but not worth the anxiety...and Charlottesville was fuckin unbelievable even with the southern/WSP wook factor and UVA brahseph factor in full effect. I hate the south, but it was a great show. I have been listening to these shows and they are so good its been tough for me to post. I had a very hate-phree fall tour. This makes me feel kinda gay, but there's nothing wrong with having a good time every once in a while.

What did I hate about M.S.G.? It was the people, the city, and the venue. Had I not been surrounded by at least 25,000 pieces of shit from N.Y.C., including the homosexual and corset wearing chinese girl next to me. You are typical New York pieces of shit. Youre gayness and chineseness weren't the problem, so quiet your calls of "bigot!!!" in my mailbox you whale-saving vegan pussies. I hate people from N.Y. Plain and simple. They are shit and garbage.

Love you guys, see you in Miami...

ALBANY...

On my way west to the Knick....tonight or tomorrow will be special. Count on it. Also count on some hate. True east coasters represent--agitate. And keep up the nightly prayers we don't get TTE'd in Portland. What a shame that would be.

Palmer (happy)

Syracuse-->Phily1

Syracuse was fun, but first night Philly was the HEAT brah! Seriously, the first set was great. I enjoyed myself. And, Trey took a suggestion from the AngryHead and wore his Flyers jersey for the first set. He later donned his metrosexual garb for set II, but it was clear he was feeling the old vibe at the start of the show. See you tomorrow. And stop taking so much during the shows.

Oh, and before I forgot, to the Philly piece of trash who sat next to me, thats you, Constantine, kill yourself. Your annoying banter and hash begging was fucking painful, and I hate you. Stop asking me abut jambands and what they do and talking about your Mega-Roll. wtf? Nice necklace. Asshole.

Left Coast Wooks

Disgusting.

Indio

I went, I didn't get pig flu, and I hated most of it. Festivals are tough. I'll have a lot more to say on this subject once I go over my notes, but I just wanted to get something out there before Syracuse. And to the Marist frat brothers who camped next to us....hope you liked my surprise Monday morning. I'll be back, and it's fall time so im pissed.

Wookie of the Year

Start sending photos from summer tour along with comments for TheAngryHead's "Wookie of the Year" competition. I'll start putting up the contenders as soon as photo's come in...


Palmer

Look a that fucking hair

He looks like Sir Galahad

Homework Assignment

Do yourselves a favor and get a better grasp of the pathetic mess that is one aspect of the Phish scene: PhantasyTour. These are internet using bitter asshole nerd geeks who have a strange way of speaking to eachother. If you are true angryhead reader, you need to fully experience the many realms from which the anger stems. PhantasyTour is only one. There is some really funny shit in there too, but the whole experience is quite overwhelmingly GAY. Heres what I want you do do: 1. Log onto the web. 2. go to www.phantasytour.com. 3. Click on "Phantasy Phish" (While Phantasy Bisco, McGee, and Moe are hilarious, they are only hilarious because they are real). 4. Click on "Message Boards". Spend at least twenty minutes perusing these "threads" and you will feel the hate. In a nice way.

Or just copy and paste this address http://www.phantasytour.com/phish/boards.cgi

Thanks everyone, PT kids too, for a great summer tour. Im gonna do some fishing for a while, and I will see you shitheads in Indio and then back on the East Coast in November.

CT Love

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!"

Red Rocks Hubris

To all of you who were at Red Rocks listen up. Some of that shit was sick no doubt. Friday and Saturday had some great jamming and its clear the band is headed in the right direction. However, that being said, this was not a "legendary" 4 night run by any stretch of the imagination. There is plenty of shit that is mediocre and even downright sloppy. Listening to Trey during Rock and Roll reminded me that getting "reprimanded and rewired" in rehab doesn't fix everything. He still kinda sounds like shit a lot of the time because the band is out of practice. Kreutzmann may have been fun to watch, but his appearance is weak and disjointed at best. No better than B.B. King or Jeff Holdsworth, both of whom I saw and both of whom sucked, at least at interpreting and playing Phish. Whatever, its a whiney thing to bitch about, but I'm sick of this "I was there, and it was the HEAT" bullshit. Just because you were there and there and there was a bunch of glowsticks and you sucked down some molly with old friends does not mean that someone else can't listen to the SBD's and realize that the band was not hooked up. Im sure it was a great way to spend 4 days and I wish I could have made it out, but enough already with the comparisons to the Island Tour.

the trick was to surrender to the flow...

Fear and Self-Loathing Phish second leg Summer Tour.

Comin Soon...

Jesus Christ...

Congratulations on your sobriety friend. Leaving this type of behavior behind was a smart move.

Fall Tour-->This is the end Jam

I may start posting some more mindless blabberous garbage about random shit associated with some scene that grinds my gears, and maybe some straight bitterness as well. But I'm gonna be interviewing for a job at Goldman Sachs soon, and I don't want those guys to find out im unstable.

At first I thought that since these thoughts were real and I knew they were sick, it would be cathartic to expose them on the internet, where they would be read by nobodies who roam the internet learning nothing. I could vent the poison into an area where decomposition was so rapid that it would maintain its meaninglessness and unimportance while possibly losing some of its effectiveness at bittering my psyche. It may have worked a little. I don't know. My life is changing though (always is of course but my reaction today is this), and I think the blog needs to change as well to be important to me. I don't actually hate any of the things I discussed in earlier posts that I purported to hate; I just need a way to deal with the fact that I hate myself for hating those things without valid reason. Obviously, blogging os not medicine for insanity. Kinda funny though sometimes for me; its weird to exercise your neuroses in a public place. Anyway, I'm changing the blog to something even less original or creative. Just observations about things. If you're interested in this subject, I suggest you read about 20,000 other blogger assholes who do the same thing. Their shit is probably gonna be better than mine. However, the name and address will stay the same. Cuz im still an angry little head, except for some really nice times in nice places and stuff.

Anyway, I hope the blog gets better than it is now, because i've been reading it and I think its complete trash. drivel. However, broadening the subject matter will probably only increase the annoying nature of my observations. Please, if you have been reading this shit for the pst month or so, send me a comment and give me a suggestion on what I should do differently or the same. I like the blog medium, but think I am stale and want to use this shit to achieve a different vibration in my brain and life. Help me out. For real. Be as nice, helpful, or hateful i your comments as necessary. Its all good info.

P.S. All angryhead reader who respond with constructive or even hateful comments will receive free angryhead t-shirts and other treats. I love and hate you all. Peace


Palmer Mycroft Holmes

Watch this shit and understand!

I was whining yesterday about festivals. I'm sure many readers were thinking about what a party pooping dork I must be. Watch the video linked at the end of this post, and if you don't understand, then...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlejMaDcXuM&feature=related

P.S. If anyone knows the coordinates of Manchester, TN, ,please forward to Al Qaeda.

Custyroo

I hate festivals. I hate them because they are the kind of places where vapid prep-school beer drinkers can have fun for 48 hours straight. Who does that? Take a fucking break from the gas and sleep or something. The worst thing abut them is that the lights/sound/view are the worst of any summer tour venue, and yet the masses are there to suck that shit down. I enjoy Phish/Kuroda/and soft drugs as much as anyone, but a seat to view the show and a bed to sleep in after are even better. And they are certainly better than trying to sleep on a tarmac with the hissing of nitrous tanks blaring in my ears and stupid fucks from Burlington drinking growlers of Magic Hat yelling all night in the tent next door. I wasn't always like this, but if I ever go to a festival again I will certainly kill myself somehow during the whole ordeal.

What a crappy post. This blogging shit requires you to keep at it, or even this pointless hate drivel becomes stale.

Until next time...

Not too much to write about, although Mansfield was filled with feckless drug sucking pigs, I had a great time and witnessed some beautiful behavior. Too much stuff in my head right now to focus it on some fake bitterness for the sake of you internet perusing ASSHOLES. Too much going on. See ya next time.

Miles

I forgot something...

I mentioned on the first post that I was also going to discuss Trey's sneakers or fashion. I neglected to do this as usually the only occasion I took to blog was to vent rage or confusion. However, there has been something going on this tour that has caught my attention: Trey's shirts. He used to wear cool stuff like the Neehavn shirt or pepe le peu or a Flyer's jersey or something else with a little pizazz. This tour, he has rocked the black t-shirt every single show. He has covered it up with a little grungy plaid shit when the weather necessitated so, and he has also worn a sort of two-button version of the black t-shirt, but for the most part he has been all black. I wonder what has caused this. As far as I know, it's not a recovery thing. But I could be wrong about that. I think the black T-shirt is pretty cool personally, and not just because Garcia wore one all the time. If any angryhead reader know of the reason for tis and if it is related to Trey's recovery, please let me know with a comment.

Dress Up

Here's something annoying: people who dress up to go to a show. What the fuck is wrong with you? Do patchwork pants increase your ability to have fun and absorb music, or are you just a mook so concerned with fitting in that you shop at online hippy warehouses? You look fucking retarded. The worst part is that it appears you know these clothes are stupid because you do not wear them everyday. And so for a few days a year you become a goofy hippy fashionista, sucking nitrous and beer down your gullet to numb the pain of being a fucking moron. Im almost to Mansfield, cant wait to point at you assholes and laugh to myself because it turns out Im not the biggest loser on the lot. Have fun at the "PT meetup". Idiots.

some more...

And about that other gay post labeled "The Truth"--well the truth is bro's at shows suck. And 10,000 "Loews" can't make up for 10,000 bro's. So go play wiffle ball and barbeque some shit and hi-five eachother and look at eachother calves or whatever it is you guys do, but at least get it out of your system during the summer so I don't have to deal with this bullshit on winter tour as well.

and again

Alright, so first I posted about the assholes at Fenway and some of the issues I have with broseph hypocrisy, and then I took those post down because I felt guilt about the use of the word phaggot. I was only kidding, but whatever I was afraid people would think I was a lunatic or something. Well fuck that. The people at Fenway made me sick, especially the liquor soaked BC grad who kept slamming into me while he alternated between dancing to "Bouncin" and rubbing the BC grad next to him. At least there's no booze to fuel this type of bullshit at Jones Beach.
Anyway, I have reposted the pictures of the bromo guys from Fenway so others can have a chance to hate them. And also, since I will getting together with some fellow haters from the great state of Vermont at Mansfield, I am promising a lengthy and angry post following that show. While I am hoping for a great show, I know that Massholes don't disappoint when it comes to dispicible behavior. Also, I would like to thank angryhead reader "alex", whose reminder that my "phaggot" usage was not a serious offense prompted me to renew my bitter quest.
And if by any chance there is someone reading this blog who sat in Sec 5, Row 12, Seat 18 at the Fenway show, kill yourself.

The Truth

Just watched Curtis Loew on Youtube. What is wrong with me? That shit was sick. I'm pheelin some love. Trey is rippin. Think Gamehendge for Mansfield. Here is Fenway video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17Cbt5seFDk

Worcester

Phish is rehearsing at the Centrum tonight. Hopefully they will enjoy their time in central Mass and book some shows here for the fall. I'm not crazy about the Masshole factor (Red Sox hats and drinking/screaming) at Fenway, but I love the kind folks who inhabit "the heart of the Commonwealth". My life has been busy being angry at other things, and as a result the blog has suffered. The hate will be back. We here at theangryhead hate people who pretend to hate nothing.

Also, keep checking the blog for updated betting lines on openers and closers. The release of "Time Turns Elastic" will definitely alter things a bit, but there is still action to be had.

Also, we will be having an angryhead gathering during setbreak at Fenway to whine and bitch about everything. If you're interested in this bitter jam send a comment and we'll be in touch. Same goes for the gambling.

Peace assholes. And if you let you're girlfriends wear pink Red Sox hats to the show, I'm gonna fuck with your chi.

Phishbook

Gambling on Phish. This is an email I received from a friend in Boston: "Fuck PhantasyTour, lets get some real action on the lot. Since Phags are keen on their Nostradamic ability to predict set openers, closers, and all that bullshit, let them put their money where their mouth is. The opening line for a Star Spangled Banner at Fenway will be -110, and I will give +500 odds for Gamehendge in Mansfield. Spend your money on crazy prop bets not knock off designer drugs and bunk rolls. Bets. Not hugs, not drugs. Look for me in the lot at Fenway, I'll be the guy with the legal pad, betting slips, and massive pupils".

This is a great idea. The possibilities for prop bets are endless. I'll even put $50 on a "Have Mercy" if I can get 5000/1. Think about it.

Halloween Suggestion

Please don't make me go to Vegas ever again. Please. Come back to the Island.

Fenway-->Hater Jam-->Fenway

Got Fenway tickets in the mail last night. Even I can think of nothing negative about the uniqueness of Phish tickets by mail. They are fucking sweet.

If anyone cares, read the comments posted to my last post. Some superphan named Plough had some choice words critiqueing my rant against the hotline, which he felt was more than a little hypocritical. While he's right that this is a retarded blog rife with ego and general gayness, he is incorrect in thinking that he has uncovered hypocrisy. There's a difference between maintaining a telephone number about yourself(Cacto), and maintaining a blog that needlessly and stupidly criticizes a defined medium or scene(this garbage you are reading). Additionally, blogs are traditionally the domain of ego-driven punks like myself who need an area to be stupid. Toll-free telephone numbers are not. And so, Plough, you are a dumb fuck. Stop displaying yourself as an enlightened and perceptive individual. We hate you regardless. Or maybe were just kidding.

While the above is obviously unnecessary, the arrival of my Fenway tickets put me in such a positive mood I needed to search out a negative, groundless theme worthy of theangryhead. Say your prayers for a Spock's Brain opener May 31. See ya next time.

The Hotline

There is perhaps no element of the Phish scene more unjustifiable than Mike's hotline(212-330-9092).  Does Mike really believe that his insecure/quirky/offbeat persona is worthy of a hotline?  What really grinds my gears about this hotline is that he kept at it even while the band had officially broken up.  Mike's existence alone does not warrant this type of forum.  The fact that he thinks it does shows just how attention craving this guy is.  He acts like the pondering silent weirdo, but spends his time walking around Burlington with a UVM hottie (I'm cutting myself as I use this word for the first time) on each arm and gram of fishscale packed into his huge nose.  Basically, he lives the dream of every stupid asshole out there: young girls and coke.  Anyone who has seen his art exhibits knows that this guy is no Basquiat or Picasso.  He's a rich kid from Mass who plays amazing bass in an amazing band.  Thats it.  Why keep pushing the envelope?

Yet he seems to desire some sort of sycophantic following separate from the rest of the Phish fan hysteria.  I have always felt that being a "fan", which is short for "fanatic", can often be an avenue for one to degrade oneself (think of the screaming retards on camera at any televised NCAA event).  I once mentioned this to Mike on his answering machine, and his response was that his intention for the hotline was pure.  Yet I often wonder if his strange persona is nothing more than an attempt to separate himself from the masses of braindead philistines that worship his band.  Making a movie about your band is one thing, maintaining a 800 number about yourself is nothing short of egotistical madness.  

P.S.  Take a close look at the above photo from an Umphrey's show is you're not sure there's something wrong with the "jam" scene.  What kind of person wants these assholes calling their phone?

Fenway

In honor of the Fenway opener, I would like to discuss an element of Phish stage banter I actually enjoy. I am referring to when Trey, typically just before set break, announces the current score of a local professional sporting event. An excellent example is 8/14/93, where Trey announces the score of the Cardinals/Bears game during "Daniel". That was a great show, and I can only hope that Phish finishes up a strong first set with a nice update of the Sox/Tigers game. With any luck we could need a Celtics update as well, but well see about that tonight.

Also, it would be nice if during the set break we could get a live feed on the megatron of the Sox game, but that might be too much to ask. Also, I wonder whether or not there will be hot dog and peanut salesman patrolling the aisles? If so, they should be allowed to carry tasers or bear spray, lest they get mauled by some TV baby with a brain infection who just tried Ketamine for the first time.

Absence of Shame

In order to better give you folks an idea of the level of insanity I am dealing with within myself and my relation to Phish, I am going to let you in on a little secret technique I have used in the past in order to obtain a seating arrangement for myself that gives me a nice cushion from the human garbage nearby. First of all, I do my best to obtain tickets in the handicapped section, which has never in my experience contained more than one legitimate cripple. Once I even gave up my seat in that section at GreatWoods for a legitimate paraplegic to have a nice place to sit. His girlfriend then proceeded to narc on me. That was nice.

If I unable to obtain handicapped seats, I bring crutches or some other accoutrement for the physically challenged. I've never had to go so far as to claim I was a wounded veteran, but I will. Obviously this indicates a serious complex or someother issue within myself that I have yet to identify and articulate. It's not easy being green.

A Word on Tickets

There has been a lot of discussion this tour about the insane prices of tickets and how horrible scalpers are and how if we all just refused to buy from them then the problem would go away.  This is total crap.  Phish tickets are the most expensive tickets around because Phish is the best live band around.  Period.  Supply and demand.  It's that's fucking simple. 

Furthermore, who hasn't used the Phish scene to make a buck?  Phish tickets, just like drugs, sell themselves.  It seems that people fail to realize the manner in which the Phish organization has created this issue.  No longer can I get tickets out of Doniac Schvice by sending away in the mail, because after breakup #2 Phish laid off all its "tickets by mail" people in Burlington and allowed the mailorder system to be run by a large company.  They did this in order to make more money.  

I suppose what annoys me most about this are the people doing the whining.  Shut your face and just find some fucking tickets.  I am broke but I'm still gonna be in there.  However, the element of this issue I find the most retarded is the notion that Phish scene is somehow unique in its desire to get fans into the show.  Phishheads scalp tickets on ebay because Phishheads are a morally vacuous, greedy lot.  Like the bandmembers themselves, most fans are upper-middle class whitey's who love money and things.  For christ's sake, look at the way the band has taken to merchandising the shit out of every fucking thing they have ever done.  If Mike Gordon thought he could get away with accepting donations for the band he would.  Those guys love merch.  And so do the fans. Stop pretending your scene is so special.  Because it sucks.

Im going to go throw up now...

Heading Home

Nothing to say about Phish, just a final post from Vermont as I pack my car for the trip back to Concord. I had a beautiful winter, and felt "settled" more than I have in a long time. Goodbye Vermaggots, Hello Massholes.
Promising to do my best to stay sane in Mass.
Goodbye Leah and Em-- til next adventures on the ice...




Slipping on the friction slide, my skin peels to the bone
The flesh I leave behind, is something that is not my own
I beg my mirror image for a moment with my soul
He's leaning back, time to attack, IT'S ME who's in control

And every move I make he's got a hand up just in time
He's throwing several punches, and he's blocking most of mine
Defeated now I sulk and squirm in mud with frozen mice
Waiting, calculating till NEXT he ventures onto the ice.

There's a party going on across the street...

All my friends are there, and im sitting here alone writing this drivel.
What a fucking loser.

If children playing all around
To you is noise not pleasant sound
And you'd be lost on the playground
Then this one is for you

Brian and Robert

This post is a tribute to the phan group Brian and Robert, the collection of homophans who love Phish.  Apparently, sexual orientation is related to the way these folks absorb music.  I have nothing against homosexuality.  Its probably awesome.  Who fucking cares.  My issue here is that its adding another level of legitimacy to the phishosphere that just seems unnecessary.  Why cant we just be normal people who really like a certain band?  Why do we need to extend a level of complexity to the Phish reality that is based on absolutely nothing.  There should be no difference between straight fans and gay ones, because in the end they are both just upper-middle class males from New England colleges who enjoy recreational drugs.  Who they have sex with is wholly unrelated to my concert experience.  Perhaps Brian and Robert exists to offer support to those phans who are spurned by the gay community, and opposed to the Phish community.  This spurning I speak of would likely be the result of a non-phan Gay realizing how Phish fans are dressed, and thus spurning all homophans for wearing patchwork pants, ironic T-shirts(hipster phan assholes), Birkenstocks, or whatever(lets face it, you all look like retards).

Of course I realize that there are reasons to have groups like this.  The main one being that gay fans may feel threatened by the 20% or so of the attending audience who look and act like they are all members of the Duke lacrosse team.  This is a valid point.  Furthermore, while I think the existence of groups like Brian and Robert are a little silly, I have no hatred towards their members.  However, to the 5000 members of the Duke lacrosse team present at every show, I fucking hate you.

In addition, lest I end this post without making it clear I am not a homophobe, let me totally clear: as far as Gays at phish shows go, I would take 30,000 members of Brian and Robert over 1000 of the severely repressed yet clearly gay drunk broseph Yankee fans from Colgate who put their arms around eachother so they can sing along to Character Zero and Mexican Cousin.  Those guys I do hate.

You Hate Myself

Reading my own blog this past few days has given me new occasion to hate myself.  It obviously is a shit blog.  You know it.  I know it.  Thus, we have another example of how Phish has enabled and created new avenues for my own self-loathing.  Its not their fault really, its just a fact.  Goddamn it.  What an asshole, I...am.  I hate myself. 

"HATE" ers

When I found this photo while surfing the internet, my mind projected “HATE”, it was not until I saved the image to my computer that I realized it was the birthday cake for some chucklehead named “NATE”. Whatever. What matters is that it got me thinking about the kind of person who would devote an entire birthday cake to the hatred of Phish. While this may surprise you, I can assure you that the owner of such a cake would be a huge asshole, because people who hate Phish are the only thing worse than people who really like it. These people are the worst. The worst.

I may take issue with some elements of my preferred scene, but I would never presume to tell someone else that their favorite band sucks simply because I was too stupid to get it. Not that all those who don’t get Phish are stupid. Only the ones who take the time and energy to talk about how much they hate it. These people should be dragged out into the street and shot. What a drag they are. If you want to see some nice examples of these spinachheads, check out this site: www.latfh.com.

Holy Crap what a bunch of assholes!

My name is Palmer. I like Phish. I am very excited for summer tour. However, like all aspects of my life, I will undoubtedly be disappointed. I have created this blog to chronicle my own bitter judgments on the shows and the scene. Topics to be covered: 1. The feckless fanbase (including, but not exclusive to, hippie-gangsters, acid-goblins, Brosephs, hippie-retards, and those dreadlocked prostitutes we all saw at Hampton) 2. Trey's sneakers.

If you like Phish enough to have found this blog, i'll probably get to your kind at some point. Only through a deep personal inventory followed by an inevitable self-loathing will we ever conquer this terrible affliction. Peace losers. See you at Fenway.