Wilson@Phish



Sometimes, art imitates life.
 

The incredible smell of urine was enough to make anyone sick. I desperately needed to finish my business and escape the close proximity of the Port-O-Let. Once finished, I eagerly flung the lock open to escape the foul place. Stepping across the threshold I drew in the much-awaited fresh air. The delightful aroma of pretzels and popcorn filled my lungs and my mouth started to water. The sweet, crisp air was a settling reminder of the summer night that was upon us and I was ready for anything.     My friend, Scott, approached from behind and immediately I knew what he was thinking. Life was good. At that moment I had no worries. My world was a feeling in which there were no bounds. There was no ten-foot metal fence behind us, there weren’t hundreds of people waiting in line, and there was nothing I’d rather be doing than standing there… with him…     Until it started…     Like a faint sound in the distance soon becoming a ferocious roar, the crowd cheering boomed. My heart fluttered and my stomach dropped. Oh God… I could feel the aura of excitement building with such rapidness that it almost knocked me over. This was it. All that was needed was a reassuring glance from my friend and it was on. The two of us raced toward the grass mounds that concealed our view of the stage. Heading in the direction of the center walkway, something was suddenly not right.     An eerie rhythmic beat was now matching our steps as we rapidly approached the visual threshold. Boom boom…boom boom, then a pause. Boom boom…boom boom then another pause, wait, what are they saying?     Boom boom…boom boom, yeah, the audience was definitely cheering something, but what… Boom boom…boom boom and there they were, Phish, performing live at Alpine Valley, opening the second set with such an amazing song… “Wilson”.

 
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