![]() ![]() “Can I live while I’m young?” I would really like to tour I think. At a show there are all these nice people there to just enjoy Phish and enjoy life. ![]() put it right when she said that you just get a feeling that is indescribable where you are so sure about something and just know that is what it is all about. Saturday night was the most emotional, spiritual and purely good experience I’ve ever had. I still have the journal in which I recorded my feelings as a college junior trying to find my place in the world after my first of eighteen New Year’s with the band.ġ/1/96: (After staying up all night and taking the train home my parents in the morning.)Īfter such a euphoric weekend filled with fun and emotions and experiences, how am I supposed to just experience it and let it go? I’ve never felt like I did this weekend. The MSG shows (I did not go to Worcester) were my sixth and seventh nights with Phish. My world had been flipped upside down by my second-ever Phish show in Charleston just a month earlier. It was undeniably and quite obviously a magical combination. I can still recall the sense of awe and wonder at the spectacle and experience that was Phish at Madison Square Garden in December. This rite began when I was twenty years old, as Phish was cresting the tsunami that was 1995. The New Year’s Run has been every bit a part of my year-end ritual as the holidays, themselves, for as long as I can remember. Aside from the few years they weren’t together, the emotional high of Christmas was bridged by just enough time to exhale, pack and travel to the holiday shows-an even higher emotional peak. Visiting the city during this time was a tradition of my childhood, but in 1995 a new twist on this life-long custom materialized in my life-Phish at Madison Square Garden.Įver since 1995, the week following Christmas has been all about Phish. A place that already exudes a one-of-a-kind energy adopts an enhanced grandeur during the holidays. Christmas lights speckling buildings and trees like a fairy tale, the smell of chestnuts roasting from street vendors, the chill of the winter air, the sound of horse-drawn carriages walking the streets-there is nothing like December in New York City.
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