Thursday, October 17, 2013
In 1995, I was at a party at someone's house in DeKalb, Illinois. I don't remember which party, it was just one of the many my friends and I attended after the bars closed.
Arriving, I heard some jangly, largely non-melodic noise that I didn't like.
"What is this?" I asked a hippie-looking guy standing near the boom box. (Ipod docks had yet to be invented.)
"Phish!" he crowed happily.
"Oh," I said.
Fast-forward to about two hours later. It's still Phish. It's been Phish all night.
I find another CD in the house, don't remember what it was, but it wasn't Phish. Asked the guy to play it. Told him I was tired of hearing Phish.
"Why can't you have an open mind?" he yelled at me.