And I'm not a great conversationalist when trying to follow directions, because I'm always looking for that particular street or red brick house at the corner. I get caught up in these things. Not that any of that really matters, but it's fun to pretend that it does. I'd make a terrible Buddhist and an even worse monk. But I make an excellent tour head I think.
People say that music, like any drug, is an escape.
Quite the opposite, it gets back to what is real because it understands that it doesn't matter if you have to do laundry today or if tomorrow is trash day. Taking too much time to think about those things is the real escape. That electrical current is going to go through every vein in your body, making you dance in hallways and on lawns and in arenas and clubs and amphitheaters across the nation, just as sure as that same electrical current is lighting up every building in New York City. When Phish plays Limb By Limb, the same electricity that carries every note from Trey's guitar to his amp and ultimately to your ears is the same electricity that powers the modem that you used to log onto this web page to read this column. And that is something that is right here, now.