I have spent a good portion of my 20s, 30s, and 40s traveling the country, err world, seeing a band from Vermont called Phish. Some people call it a cult, some people call it weird noodle music, I call it home. A world where the best thing you can offer, is yourself. The trick is to surrender to the flow.
As each new years ascends upon us, we gather our friends and family and head to Madison Square Garden for the unknown. There is one thing we know for certain, Phish will certainly blow our minds and hearts as we ring in the new year.
There is always a piece of me missing when I go to see Phish. It’s incredibly hard to leave my son who basically has taken no interest in the music of Phish. But that is fine, when/if the road will lead him to the music, my arms will be there to embrace him. And after all these years, I finally see a little light as my son started to “get it” after the Halloween shows, Say it to me S.A.N.T.O.S. was a song that leaped into his heart. Finally, Phish has started to sweep into his soul and maybe just maybe he will continue the journey.
When the balloons dropped and Trey and Mike rose in the air and the smell of space descended on Madison Square Garden, I thought of my son (even though I was surrounded by my wonderful friends). I thought of a new year, a fresh start for both of us. This is the year that will be filled with LOVE.