Din Mutha’s Song Of The Summer (with Phish Reprise)

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Sometimes when you voice your deepest desires to the ether (or in my case, ethernet) they have a way of becoming tangible. This is what I thought at 10 p.m. on Friday night at the Winthrop baseball diamond where two dudes in a golfcart pulled up to my car and handed me a Phish ticket.Even within the womb of the Methow, this seemed a little sketchy.

Nevertheless, I had in my trembling hands the golden key to a fabulous weekend.

After taking the oughts off from going to shows, I felt like a kid again…well, almost a kid. Things have changed, friends. Yes, the whole scene smelled like patchouli and grilled cheese, but the subtleties caught my eye and I blame it all on the internet. Thanks to e-commerce, the Wolfman’s brother and his glossy posse no longer take a militant stand on copyright infringement. I’m sure they are all now retired roadies hanging out on a beach and cringing at each Jimmy Buffet cover they are forced to sit through.

And instead of folks running around and trading bootlegs like high-profile baseball cards, you can now simply enter your ticket code onto livephish.com and download your free mp3 of the entire show.

I was comforted by the fact that folks still walked around mesmerized by their hands, only those hands were now packing iphones and droids. Hmph. That’s progress for ya.

Still, all of the wonderous things that go along with a Phish show were present. The dreadies, the rainbow clothes, the awe-struck smiles, and this reclaimed slice of psychedelic history.

Further, the bus that became the icon of Ken Keysey and his Merry Prankster. during the electric

Further, the bus that became the icon of Ken Keysey and his Merry Pranksters.

For the last few weeks I’ve been meandering through my phsyche to figure out what this summer’s song is–just what new diddy encompasses the summer’s flavor and fun and will haunt me later in life when I’m old and crusty and looking to soak up some nostalgia. I pondered this while I basked in the sun at the Gorge.

And then, right between the badmitton game and the haaj to the show, it wafted in on the smoky air.

Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky” felt nostalgic the first time I heard it back in May at the “Low Down/Down Low” variety night and many a wonderful nights since. I don’t know why, but there’s something about the lighthearted fun all up in it that just makes you want to dance.

And there, at the Gorge, we danced for those few moments and it was one of those moments that will go down in my memory as a very special time with good friends at a great venue awaiting a very good show.