You Must Surrender

Some of you may not be aware that I have a heady past. At one time I was touring with Phish, had dreadlocks, and engaged in a drum circle or two.

That time of my life is over, but some aspects still remain. I will always love Phish. I experienced feelings with the music that I did not think were possible. And I'm not talking about just popping in The Moma Dance and getting down. I mean pure ecstasy. I don't know how else to explain it, but here it goes:

Some unforeseen force navigated some friends and I into Bacchus Friday night. Let me clarify. We had been there the night before thinking the band was going to be there, but wasn't. So, we sucked it up and tried again. The band was Namaste. They are a mix of blues, Zappa, Umphrey's, and Phish. Their original songs were impressive. Istrumentally, these guys kick ass. And the vocals weren't bad either. The band eventually covered Phish. And not whimpo songs like Heavy Things. Namaste went right for the throat, busting out flawless versions of Harry Hood and Mike's Song. It was somewhere during Hood that it happened. I surrendered. I let go of it all and felt it all. And I was in a bar in Owensboro. I looked over at Daniel and he had as well.

For one; you must surrender. You must be aware of everything and everyone around you, but you must also detach. The all becomes the one and you are every part of it. The music must move you and you within it.

Don't worry, I'm not going on the road anymore. And I'm not nattying my hair back up. I was just able to feel it all again and it was bliss. So let go. Let go. Let go.

Completely unrelated...As soon as Phish releases fall tour dates and Cincinnati is released I'm so raging there.