To start, a promise: over the coming days, I will make no effort to persuade you, kind reader of OW//OB, to believe that Phish is anything other than what you think them to be. This isn’t going to be an exercise in evangelism. You will not be asked to play the Scott Aukerman to my Harris Wittels. I will not try to convince you that the lyrics to “You Enjoy Myself” are profound, or that the boredom you experience while listening to a 30-minute version of the same song is a personal failing, the result of simply not listening hard enough—though you’ll have the chance to try this for yourself with one of the best 30-minute versions ever in a post coming later today. I will not, as Matt Hendrickson once did in the hallowed pages of the Rolling Stone, claim that Phish were the most important band of the 90s. I will not try to convince you that they are important at all.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to reblog everything here this week, but I figured I should at least get this one just as a final heads up for anyone who might be interested in way too many of my words on a band you probably hate.