Telluride Bluegrass Festival (June 23, 2009)

Just got home from another incredible Telluride Bluegrass Festival.  Here’s a slideshow featuring some of the highlights: David Byrne, Conor Oberst & the Mystic Valley Band, Jenny Lewis, singing to 10,000 people next to Sam Bush, Works Progress Administration, Todd Snider, YMSB, Emmylou Harris… and of course, those Telluride mountains.  Thank you all for a wonderful week.  See you next year!

xo

Telluride Bluegrass Festival (June 23, 2009)

Just got home from another incredible Telluride Bluegrass Festival. Here’s a slideshow featuring some of the highlights: David Byrne, Conor Oberst & the Mystic Valley Band, Jenny Lewis, singing to 10,000 people next to Sam Bush, Works Progress Administration, Todd Snider, YMSB, Emmylou Harris… and of course, those Telluride mountains. Thank you all for a wonderful week. See you next year!

xo

Phish (June 4, 2009)

They’re back.

I won’t write much about seeing Phish for the first time in five years. I’m still processing a lot of sensations… such as the possibly permanent muscle damage. I will say that the past nine years have been an emotional roller coaster that culminated in what might’ve been the happiest three hours of my life at Tuesday night’s show.

We were excited and nervous and anxious and disbelieving as we drove to Jones Beach – a trip that took three hours. When we left sunny Brooklyn we were without stereo, so we provided our own musical accompaniment as we went through all the songs we wanted to hear. Sunday’s show at Fenway Park had an incredible setlist, so Stash, YEM, Bowie, DWD, Chalkdust, and Tweezer were out. I picked Mike’s Song, Loving Cup, and Harry Hood for my wishlist.

We finally broke through the traffic and arrived at the venue under a very dark sky.

We got soaked.

But we were seeing Phish.

Sure enough, after our dedication had been tested and our clothes were reasonably dry the sky began to clear and we ventured to Shakedown.

We wandered through the crowd, looking for familiar faces and fuel for the night, at which point I heard “… and a PICKLE, baby!”

Yes, it’s pretty cool when you can get your dinner in a parking lot in New York from a guy who last made your dinner six years ago in a parking lot in Miami on New Years’ Eve. I was more than a little excited for my falafel. It all became very real.

As soon as the doors opened we went in and enjoyed the moment we’ve been looking forward to for so long.

We were given multiple, traveling rainbows, like a covenant from god:

“I will not take Phish away from you ever again.”

And as for the show… I’m not going to attempt to put in into words. I spent three hours in hysterics, laughing and flailing limbs and smiling and screaming, my body expressing a joy that I could never rationally express. It was such a tremendous cathartic release. My spirit is restored. I feel whole again.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then one note pulled out from under Trey’s pinky is worth at least a thousand pictures. To hear some of the greatest music ever played you can download Tuesday night’s show here. And to everyone hooking up with the summer tour… haha… WOW.

Mike’s Song, Loving Cup, and Harry Hood… they must’ve heard me

Phish (June 4, 2009)

They’re back.

I won’t write much about seeing Phish for the first time in five years. I’m still processing a lot of sensations… such as the possibly permanent muscle damage. I will say that the past nine years have been an emotional roller coaster that culminated in what might’ve been the happiest three hours of my life at Tuesday night’s show.

We were excited and nervous and anxious and disbelieving as we drove to Jones Beach – a trip that took three hours. When we left sunny Brooklyn we were without stereo, so we provided our own musical accompaniment as we went through all the songs we wanted to hear. Sunday’s show at Fenway Park had an incredible setlist, so Stash, YEM, Bowie, DWD, Chalkdust, and Tweezer were out. I picked Mike’s Song, Loving Cup, and Harry Hood for my wishlist.

We finally broke through the traffic and arrived at the venue under a very dark sky.

We got soaked.

But we were seeing Phish.

Sure enough, after our dedication had been tested and our clothes were reasonably dry the sky began to clear and we ventured to Shakedown.

We wandered through the crowd, looking for familiar faces and fuel for the night, at which point I heard “… and a PICKLE, baby!”

Yes, it’s pretty cool when you can get your dinner in a parking lot in New York from a guy who last made your dinner six years ago in a parking lot in Miami on New Years’ Eve. I was more than a little excited for my falafel. It all became very real.

As soon as the doors opened we went in and enjoyed the moment we’ve been looking forward to for so long.

We were given multiple, traveling rainbows, like a covenant from god:

“I will not take Phish away from you ever again.”

And as for the show… I’m not going to attempt to put in into words. I spent three hours in hysterics, laughing and flailing limbs and smiling and screaming, my body expressing a joy that I could never rationally express. It was such a tremendous cathartic release. My spirit is restored. I feel whole again.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then one note pulled out from under Trey’s pinky is worth at least a thousand pictures. To hear some of the greatest music ever played you can download Tuesday night’s show here. And to everyone hooking up with the summer tour… haha… WOW.

Mike’s Song, Loving Cup, and Harry Hood… they must’ve heard me

Phish (June 4, 2009)

They’re back.

I won’t write much about seeing Phish for the first time in five years. I’m still processing a lot of sensations… such as the possibly permanent muscle damage. I will say that the past nine years have been an emotional roller coaster that culminated in what might’ve been the happiest three hours of my life at Tuesday night’s show.

We were excited and nervous and anxious and disbelieving as we drove to Jones Beach – a trip that took three hours. When we left sunny Brooklyn we were without stereo, so we provided our own musical accompaniment as we went through all the songs we wanted to hear. Sunday’s show at Fenway Park had an incredible setlist, so Stash, YEM, Bowie, DWD, Chalkdust, and Tweezer were out. I picked Mike’s Song, Loving Cup, and Harry Hood for my wishlist.

We finally broke through the traffic and arrived at the venue under a very dark sky.

We got soaked.

But we were seeing Phish.

Sure enough, after our dedication had been tested and our clothes were reasonably dry the sky began to clear and we ventured to Shakedown.

We wandered through the crowd, looking for familiar faces and fuel for the night, at which point I heard “… and a PICKLE, baby!”

Yes, it’s pretty cool when you can get your dinner in a parking lot in New York from a guy who last made your dinner six years ago in a parking lot in Miami on New Years’ Eve. I was more than a little excited for my falafel. It all became very real.

As soon as the doors opened we went in and enjoyed the moment we’ve been looking forward to for so long.

We were given multiple, traveling rainbows, like a covenant from god:

“I will not take Phish away from you ever again.”

And as for the show… I’m not going to attempt to put in into words. I spent three hours in hysterics, laughing and flailing limbs and smiling and screaming, my body expressing a joy that I could never rationally express. It was such a tremendous cathartic release. My spirit is restored. I feel whole again.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then one note pulled out from under Trey’s pinky is worth at least a thousand pictures. To hear some of the greatest music ever played you can download Tuesday night’s show here. And to everyone hooking up with the summer tour… haha… WOW.

Mike’s Song, Loving Cup, and Harry Hood… they must’ve heard me