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Reader Reviews Once my wife and I attempted to attend a phish concert; in point of fact, this was one of the worst experiences of my life: we never made it to the venue, becoming stuck in a twilight-zone-esque traffic line of cars and buses filled (seemingly) with a horde of pubescent male ogglers and frumpy young women. That being said, it is this recording that makes me understand--when and if it should ever be forgotten--that in-between the years 1995-1998, phish will have been, always already, the evental rift, the deciscence of something that took place, and there something arises--namely, work of art I believe we have yet to describe in truth. Instead, I think we're missing this possibility by being lead astray in the contemporary state of saturation that currently defines this undescribed art. This contemporary state can be observed in bands like the Breakfast and Umphrey's McGee. Comments (3) | Permalink | (Report this) Back To Top |
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