Phish.

I went to my third Phish show last night at Bethel Woods, the place where Woodstock was held. Our cab driver, Charlie, snuck out when he was 15 and attended Woodstock. He showed us where everyone was showering and camping out as we grew closer to the venue. It was a bit nostalgic, even though I wasn't even born then.

I felt the spirit as soon as we stepped out of the cab, and it was magical. I didn't want to leave. The landscape was breathtaking...being right in the middle of the Catskills, listening to great music surrounded by people with the same goal. The entire evening was the most fun I'd had in a good while, and I'm so lucky. I got back to Westchester around noon and wanted to turn right back around and drive up for tonight's show.

In fact, as I sit here and write I'm still contemplating it. Phish will take the stage in approximately 2 hours and 20 minutes. There is one ticket for sale, marked up about $40 from face value. I'm going to have to decide soon...

For the first time in my year or so of actually being a Phish fan, I understood. I get it now. I finally get it. And it's so good. I am officially hooked (no pun intended).