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09/02/11 • Dick’s Sporting Goods Park • Commerce City , CO
Set 1: Sample in a Jar, Sparkle, The Sloth, Sweet Virginia, Suskind Hotel, Strange Design, Stash, Sneaking Sally Through the Alley > Sparks > Scent of a Mule, Stealing Time From The Faulty Plan, Shine A Light, Split Open and Melt, The Squirming Coil
Set 2: Sand > Simple > Steam > Soul Shakedown Party > Seven Below > Suzy Greenberg > Scents and Subtle Sounds > Slave to the Traffic Light > Silent in the Morning > Sanity, Sweet Adeline
“Crisscrossing the country to promote a dangerous mix of communism, cybercrime and drug culture, notorious rock band “The Phish” is pushing American communities to the breaking point. This sad fact can be seen in the headlines so commonplace they no longer shock us: “Phish Fest Nets $81,000 in Drugs; 1,200 Arrests” or“Police Seize $1.2 Million Worth of Drugs From Phish Fans” or “Phish, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll.” As towns and cities across this nation continue to be torn apart by this havoc, it’s high time we get educated about the undeniable threat our children are now facing.
Many successful musical acts like Britney Spears, Gwen Stefani and Josh Groban profit handsomely from studio albums and videos played on cable television stations. What The Phish does is far worse. More than any other band out there today, they have devoted countless hours and incredible financial resources to crossing the country in search of new converts. They are continuously “on tour” performing at venues large and small, prowling for intimate personal contact with the youth of America. Any group of people that makes such a calculated effort to insert itself into the lives of the innocent should surely raise the eyebrows of concerned parents. For The Phish, their modus operandi is to induce the naïve with promises of sexual pleasure and peer acceptance. Like serial killer Charles Manson, they lower inhibitions through hardcore drug use. As with false prophet Jim Jones, the price for such kicks is a complete dedication to their larger agenda.
The concerts themselves are the foulest orgies of self-indulgent self-satisfaction seen since the tumultuous sixties. When first ushered to their assigned locations in the arena, these “Phishheads” will immediately scope out the area for the most pliable drug abusers within range of their tapping fingers and “Hey dude” calls so that they may score communal soft drinks and “drags” from poorly-rolled blunts. As the evening grows later, they will abandon any sense of camaraderie to lifelong friends in order to scheme closer seats and vivacious women. Eventually the night reaches a fever pitch of exposed breasts and mushroom peaks and the terrifying hippie dancing will begin. Naked, they writhe and commingle with erotic intensity as guitarist Trey Anastasio descends into confusing jam sessions. Children of all ages will tear off their clothes and jump in muddy mosh pits, kicking and penetrating each other with little compunction for common sense. Young girls have their precious bodies traded among eager, breaded elders and teen boys are forced into nightmares of sexual congress. Even regular Phishheads will admit that masturbation is shockingly common in their “scene.”
The music itself is demeaning at best and criminally violent at worst. For mature listeners, it will make no sense. There is an incomprehensible absurdity to their lyrics, like the loudest ramblings of a derelict beaten down by years of alcoholism and homelessness. The instrumental sounds they produce violate all the requirements of high art. There is no rhyme, no reason. Meter, particularly in the hands of keyboardist Page McConnell, does not exist on their stage. Quite simply, band members mash up violent drumming with amateur guitar screeches at such high speeds there is no doubt that heroin is doing a guest performance with the group. (Transvestite drummer Jon Fishman and shifty-eyed bassist Mike Gordon are clearly the most guilty of these auditory abuses.) Their noise seems intentionally calibrated to overload the central nervous system with false messages of terror and orgasm. If there ever were a soundtrack to schizophrenia, this would surely be it. No wonder there is a direct link between psychosis and fans of The Phish.”
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Yes, you really have to hear this to believe it. These are high quality SBD recordings from three night stand at the Warfield 4.15-17.1999 when Phish and the Grateful Dead were united on stage for the first time. You can check out the introduction to and the excellent review of these shows as recounted by Mr. Miner himself (Bay Area author, David Caralco). For those of you not familiar with Mr. Miner’s Phish Thoughts, this is an incredible daily Phish blog with all kinds of special nuggets and fantastic writing–easily one of the best music blogs I’ve read! I seriously don’t know how this blog is so well maintained and he still doesn’t sell any ad space. I would say more about the shows and the blog, but they speak for themselves.
And here are the actual DL links from Amazon (these cost the author $$$ for every download, so please download the Torrents if possible!):
4.15.99 Phil & Friends @ The Warfield, SBD
4.16.99 Phil & Friends @ The Warfield, SBD
4.17.99 Phil & Friends @ The Warfield, SBD
Please enjoy–these recordings are excellent!
Highlights SO FAR (I’m just now listening to night 2 and really there are too many to call them highlights): Wolfman’s Brother > Uncle John’s Band, I Know You Rider, Row Jimmy, Shakedown Street (this one’s HUGE) > The Wheel > Not Fade Away, Help On The Way > Slipknot! > Franklin’s Tower, Prince Caspian > St Stephen
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