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I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but up until very recently (basically when I decided to write this post), I knew only one Ween song... and I only knew it as a song that Phish covered. If you happen to be in the same boat as me, the following should serve as a solid introduction to Gene, Dean, and their band Ween.
Let's Not Contribute Judgement and Division to the World
I’ll be honest with you… I am not entirely sure if this is a new phenomenon that has recently manifested (largely in part to social media), or if it has been a fundamental string in the scene’s tapestry all along and I have just been too naïve to see it, but there seems to be an unconscionable amount of judgment and intolerance growing within our community. To be fair, I do not believe it to be anywhere near the level that you see in main-stream media (on either side of the aisle) or with many other groups, but it is still a problem in my opinion. Though I was first drawn to jam bands for the music (and because my older brother/role model was into it), it was the acceptance, love, and freedom that I felt at my first show that made me “drink the Kool-Aid” so to speak. Never before in my life had I experienced such a warm and welcoming group of people. It didn’t matter (nor could one really tell) how wealthy you were, what you did for a living, who you had voted for, or who you worshiped (mostly Jerry or Trey)… it didn’t matter how many shows you had scene, what your favorite band was, what drugs (if any) you were into, or if you knew the lyrics… In the recollection I have in my mind of my first shows (and I admit it may be largely tainted based on the great time I had), nothing mattered except for the fact that you were another human being that was there in that moment, sharing in a once in a lifetime experience. Unfortunately, it seems like times have changed a little. With all of the ardent rhetoric and division that we are force-fed on a daily basis via the social-media troth, it is more crucial than ever that we keep our scene, and our minds, pure and open. We must remember that each and every one of us are the product of different circumstance and experiences, and have vastly different perspectives… we will rarely, if ever, all agree on a single point and we all will badly fuck up at least once in our lives… but we are all humans and we all enjoy (for one reason or another) sharing the show experience. So I implore you, whether you consider yourself to be a dead head, a moe.ron, or an aphishianado… a weekend wook, full blown wookie, custie, chad, or even if you don’t know what any of those are… please accept each other and enjoy the show.

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Although the jam is spot on, your beer is still cold, and the weather is perfect… you find it difficult to fully immerse yourself in the music because a river of people (who so desperately want to see the show from 500 yards back instead of the 650 yards you are at) aggressively forge ahead through the middle of your group, regularly bumping into you. With growing frustration, you decide to make yourself “big” and refuse to budge, hoping the tributary will veer off in a different direction. This only seems to make things more bellicose, so you give up and hope that everyone will settle in before you miss too much.
If you have never experienced this at a show, than I applaud you… the jam gods are looking out for you. For those of you with less divine intervention in your lawn seat experiences, this post is for you. Out of a pure and simple desire of being able to enjoy the first set with minimal disturbance, and conversely being able to navigate the lawn without disturbing others… I have begun to uncover the art of lawn seat navigation.
Trey Anastasio and the other members of Phish came upon a surreal scene when Prince invited them to a party at Paisley Park after their Minneapolis show in 1996. Anastasio tells us about the wild night.
Gamehenge - the land of darkness, doom, and a big baboon. It is the primary setting in Mr. Ernest Joseph Anatasio’s epic Goddard thesis,The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday and the one time home of the Lizards.
Though many Phish fans have heard the original recording of TMWSIY, and get the gist of the story; the true breadth of the Gamehenge saga carries an err of mystery and is fully understood by only a few (those who have read the fucking book). As I myself still have much to learn on the topic, I decided I would journey through Gamehenge and try to remember all the thoughts that he had thunk… and since life is always better with phriends, I plan to bring you along with me.