, attached to 1990-03-03

Review by Anonymous

Posted to rec.music.phish and/or submitted to the legacy Phish.net site...

It all started when my sister Hilary asked me if I would join her in a little road trip to N.Y.C. to see a couple of her friends play in a band called Phish. I wasn't to sure about going, since I never heard them play before. However, I was smart enough to keep an open mind to try something new! That evening, I found myself inside a bar by the name "Wetlands Preserve" with a few hours before the band came on. So I was talkin' away with my sister and a nice fellow by the name of "Fish". Using my clever brain, I assumed he was a member of the band. And then realized he was the drummer since he could count every drum beat to the live version of "Dixie Chicken" that was playing in the background. Midnight finally rolls around and I was all set to see and hear what Phish could dish out. Except one problem. There was this huge man standing right in front of me blocking my entire view. Not to worry, towards the middle of the first set, he finally had the nerve to jump on stage, whip out a hermonica (sp?), and play the thing like he ivented it. "Gee!..This guy sounds as good as the guy from Blues Traveler!!" I made this brilliant comment to a happy listener as he responded "No shit sherlock!!! That IS John Popper of Blues Travleler!" By 3:30am, Phish finishes their last song and I was Beat. Hilary gave me the option to hang with the band for a while, but I was too tired and nervous to do such a thing! Therefore, we left with I night I would never fo rget!!


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