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The Title Of This Post Is Not “Bob Weir And Phish”

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“Billy, you look terrible.”

“I’m not Billy, Bob.”

“Mickey?”

“No, we’re Phish.”

“You look like men.”

“With a ‘ph,’ Bob.”

“Obviously: around 7.4, fairly alkaline.”

“We are not the Grateful Dead, Bobby.”

“Not with that attitude. And, uh, actually: one of you is a Grateful Dead. Decade from now or so.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Listen: I’m standing in the middle of musicians being the best-looking one. Sounds like the Dead to me.”

“I’m sorry your friend died, Mr. Bobby. My gerbil died and I cried so hard.”

“Thanks, Page.”

Phishfork

Go read this. It’s the great Jesse Jarnow on Phosh and how they taught the world to noodle dance, and pay extra for camping. It’s from Pitchfork‘s quarterly (Biennial? Bi-annual? Buy anal?) collection of their fanciest writing, and FoTotD Jesse is included; congrats to him.

If you like that, then go buy his book Heads: A Phrase After The Colon at Amazon. I promise that neither the hardcover nor softcover versions of the tome contain typesetting like this:

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You can’t make it out, but the sentence starting at Mike Gordon’s head calls me a genius. True story.

Have Yourself A Mayer Christmas

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What is this now?

“Sexy Santa.”

It’s July.

“Sexy Summer Santa.”

Did you lose another bet with Andy Cohen?

“No.”

Are you recording a Christmas album and dressed up to get in the spirit like Elvis used to do?

“No.”

Is this a sex thing?

“No.”

Ew.

“I’m into all sorts of things. Santaplay is one of them.”

Please don’t explain–

It’s like Furries, but for Christmas.

“–Santaplay. Stop talking.”

“There are Santas, and Elves, and Reindeers, and Mrs. Clauses. Everyone is welcome, as long as you’re open to having a candy cane up your ass.”

I’m begging you to keep this to yourself.

“Obviously, ‘egg nog’ means something entirely different.”

You’re a little bored with normal sex, huh?

“Little, yeah.”

You got the watch in the shot, though.

“You caught that?”

I did.

“You listening to this solo I’m killing?”

Where?

“At the show. Dead & Co. Thought you were Couch Touring.”

I am.

“So what do you think?”

Great stuff. Great, great, rockin’ stuff.

“What song are we playing right now?”

The good one. With the lyrics. And all the music. Great song.

“You’re listening to Phish.”

Little, yeah.

“Traitor.”

You’re currently performing a hostile takeover of Phish!

“This isn’t about me. It’s about you, and whether you’re paying attention to me.”

How’s that going, anyway?

“Tour’s over with Dead and Co this weekend, and then the meetings begin.”

With the band or with the assassins you’re hiring to murder Troy so you can take his place?

“The band.”

Dammit, Mayer.

More Phosh

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“I have come to a realization.”

This can’t be good.

“I wanna be in more bands.”

How many more?

“All of them. As part of my musical journey.”

All of you need to stop taking journeys.

“I’m going to join all the bands, and it’s going to be a reality series and an app. It’s gonna be like the early-2000’s again. Mayermania.”

Wow.

“But I’m starting with Phish. I’m gonna be in Phish.

They don’t want you.

“That’s never stopped me from joining a band.”

True, but they don’t have any room for you.

“Things happen. People fall down steps, or off the Grand Canyon. Sometimes people just disappear. You never know what’s going to happen.”

I refuse to even have this conversation with you. When did you start liking Phish?

“What month is it?”

July.

“Yeah.”

And now you want to be in the band?

“I get into stuff, man. When I see something that arouses me, I feel the need to penetrate it.”

Ew.

“Phish has given me a musical boner, and I’m going to shove it in them.”

What are you on?

“I’ve got a shirt-based high. Let’s face it: I’m killing this thing.”

Anything else?

“Couple tabs of whatever Bobby gave me.”

Dammit.

“HEARD YOU’RE LOOKING FOR ME, MEYERS!”

legp phish argyle “YOU TRYING TO TAKE MY PLACE?”

“Why do you have a bullhorn?”

“I DON’T KNOW.”

“Okay.”

“YOU BETTER COP A WALK, BUDDY. THINGS’LL GET NASTY.”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“Hello, Josh!”

“Hi, Page. Listen, guys: why don’t we just jam once or twice? See what each other is about? And then we can bring in the lawyers and figure out the merch figures. Y’know, we should probably do that before we jam.”

“GO AWAY, JOSH.”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“Goodbye, Josh!”

THE SOUND OF A LEGO BAND LEAVING IN A HUFF, WHATEVER THAT MAY SOUND LIKE

I don’t think they’re into it, John.

“They’ll come around. Hey, question.”

Shoot.

“Were they Lego?”

Yes.

“This is some good shit.”

That’s what everyone’s saying.

Phosh

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What the hell do you think you’re doing, Josh?

“Don’t call me that.”

That’s what Pitchfork says your name is. What are you doing?

“Randos?”

“I’m gonna be in Phish now.”

MotherFUCKer.

“I discovered I love jamming in front of white people on acid. I used to solo in front of drunk white people, but this is way more fun. So I’m thinking about joining Phish and being their guitarist and singer.”

Like, in addition to Trapqueen?

“We’ll see.”

Please don’t have Trey Anastasio murdered so you can take his place.

“I said, ‘we’ll see.’ I gotta talk to the Big Man.”

Irving Azoff?

“The nickname is ironic on one level, but sincere on many others.”

Sure. Don’t do this. The Phish Phans are meaner than the Deadheads.

“How bad can they be?”

Fucking vicious.

“Yeah, still: I’m gonna be in Phish.”

I did not see this coming.

“Me either! But here we are.”

Sure.

That’s, like, your shirt of the summer, huh?

“This is Sammy Miami Chartreuse Label.”

How is that different than a regular Sammy Miami shirt?

“Much more expensive.”

Sure.

The Phuture Phucks You

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Wilbard made this, because he could, and I am posting it, because I should: it is a thing of beauty, only to be surpassed by how annoyed it will make Phish Persons.

So you should certainly not send it to all of the Phishies you know. Definitely don’t do that. Whatever you do, don’t put it on Phantasy Tour under the title “Make Phish Great Again.” Oh, no.

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