Tuesday 06/28/2016 by phishnet

MY SUMMER VACATION, BY THE PHISH COMPANION

Hi, everybody. TPC3 here to tell you how my summer is going.

I will say my biggest milestone of the summer so far is that I was, like, born. It's good to be out of the womb and into the world but the indignity of the pink safety seat was a bit much to abide. Fortunately, I grew up fast.

Here I am eating gravy fries and quaffing an ice cold Hetty Topper at Nectar's in Burlington. Fresh out of diapers and I already know better than to pour that nectar into a glass. I did frode up my gravy fries because I ate them too fast, but my boy JD cleaned me up.

As you can see, he also cleans himself up pretty good. Had a date night at the Flynn and hoisted our ragesticks for "Ya Mo B There."

The next night, Parker took me to the Paradise and we saw Stephen Marley. Halfway through the first set I had a contact high so lethal that I hallucinated that I was a sentient human being writing a photoblog about my summer vacation. Irie AF.

Soon I headed south and took the train into the city (as in Manhattan) to meet Welsh and Paolini (not a law firm). I found the subway seats very roomy, and could open myself all the way to the "Julius" song history without invading the space of my fellow passengers. Here I am in a more modest and reflective moment.

This is me pretending to be a famous building. Right as I was taking this some guy walked by and yelled "stupid f*cking tourist." But the joke's on him. The only tweezer he's ever seen is the one he uses to hold his REDACTED REDACTED

All things being equal I would much rather be inside the building than outside the building. On New Year's Eve. With my date, The Joy of Sex.

Caught a flight to the left coast to see my buddy Zzyzx, and we stopped at the Paramount. This place is legendary. The Dead played here. Nirvana played here. Pink Floyd played here. I wandered in and used the restroom for #1 and was escorted out by security immediately thereafter.

Here I am back at Chez Steinberg being molested by Cornmeal The Cat, who insisted on not just reading my Harpua song history but basically facehumping it in protest. His response: "The wrong pet died."

Next, I went to California. If hanging out in California teaches you anything it's that the road less traveled is nearly always the best, and not just because there's less traffic. My pal DP and I took this alternate route and...

... found ourselves in yet another legendary music venue. What's weird is that even though there was no concert happening, the line for the bathroom still took a half hour.

Watch this space for more of my travels. And don't forget:

Read The Book!

If you liked this blog post, one way you could "like" it is to make a donation to The Mockingbird Foundation, the sponsor of Phish.net. Support music education for children, and you just might change the world.


Comments

, comment by Vibrations_in_the_Mind
Vibrations_in_the_Mind Oh this is GREAT! Bravo! Very fun and funny! Can't wait for mine.
, comment by johnnyd
johnnyd Baby Bhook has had quite an impressive and adventurous first 6 days of existence!

And just cute enough that I can forgive it for barfing up gravy fries and Heady on me ...
, comment by justrelaxyouredoingfine
justrelaxyouredoingfine ^frode
, comment by forbin1
forbin1 When will it stop by my house? I've been waiting 3 years for a visit! :)
, comment by zzyzx
zzyzx Are you guys all stalking Cornmeal now? I found him locked in a closet this morning, perhaps trying to escape his newfound fame!
, comment by baynetrain8
baynetrain8 Hilarious. Can't wait for my copy to arrive!
, comment by NICUR2HI
NICUR2HI I was hoping to catch a glimpse of TPC3 at the Mann but alas, he couldn't make the flight. He was the talk of the lot however, even if he couldn't make an appearance.
, comment by BrotherMouzone
BrotherMouzone Just got my email!! Should be here by the end of next week. Can't wait :)
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Support Phish.net & MBIRD
Phish News
Subscribe to Phish-News for exclusive info while on tour!


Phish.net

Phish.net is a non-commercial project run by Phish fans and for Phish fans under the auspices of the all-volunteer, non-profit Mockingbird Foundation.

This project serves to compile, preserve, and protect encyclopedic information about Phish and their music.

Credits | Terms Of Use | Legal | DMCA

© 1990-2019  The Mockingbird Foundation, Inc. | Hosted by End Point Corporation