I only wish I could say they were playing together. I guess that would be like Seely's recurring nightmare of Huey Lewis sitting in with the Dead.
Must admit I've had a soft spot for Phish since stumbling upon them in a musty apartment in Moscow, Idaho a good number of years ago. As an aside, the kids in that apartment drank yerba mate like it was crack. Now yerba's jumped the shark, and Phish is getting back together, and I can only assume a new batch of kids are listening to synthesyzed seagulls sing behind closed doors in Moscow.
Rod Stewart, White River, Aug. 7