Finally, if you’re not reading the best new blog out there these days, Fuck You, Phish, you’re seriously missing out on the best commentary on the band that I’ve read in a long time. I need to step up my game. Here are some recent snippets:
My asshat co-worker is back from Red Rocks and I only have one question: why the fuck couldn’t you jerk-off chewies just keep him? Let him into your Herpeville. My life would be so much less douchy. He would eat a dog.
The first thing he said to me sounded something like, “Dude-brah totally sparkle unicorn twist trey cock groove spun tweedle-dee-dee.”
Then he followed that up with, “Baq it tag it brah stellar epic set closer mist sunshine beard dose hook it up put it in her butt.”
I doused him with soap and walked away. (via)
Phish has molested the following albums:
The Beatles: The White Album
The Who: Quadrophenia
Talking Heads: Remain in Light
Velvet Underground: Loaded
Special mention: Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon
I’d like to take a moment and discuss this last installment of DSoTM, in which Phish basically said to their fans, “Fuck you”. As I understand it, the DSoTM show happened in Utah, a state in which nobody actually lives. There was nobody at the show, so Phish busted out the Pink Floyd classic. Since I love Pink Floyd, I won’t make any mention of the drummers herpe-infested rendition of Great Gig in the Sky, but I have to say, thank you Phish for doing one single thing that was cool, and giving your phans the butt-reaming they deserve. (via)
Good times. Have a good Hump Day, dudes.