PHISH PHUCKIN PHISH

Dude, bro. Sorry I’ve been so MIA, RiB readers. As previously mentioned, I’ve been forced to listen to some pretty not brutal music as of late, and this past week was another great(?) example of how much of a chick I am. The Beardo took me to not one, but THREE Phish shows. Twas an interesting experience, I’ll give you that. It’s been a while since I’ve seen the light from underneath the metal rock, but now that I’ve returned, I bring you my observations of the other side.

• First of all, “set break” to a metal head and “set break” to a Phish Phan are two entirely different concepts. We like to straight rage, so a set break to us means the time it takes to set up the drum kit for the next band- NOT 45 MINUTES OF DOOBIE INHALATION.
• We don’t dance around like we’re at the original Woodstock. A polite head bob can suffice.
• Two words: GLOW STICKS. Thousands and thousands of glow sticks, flying through the air, hitting me in the face. If we’re gonna throw shit… it’s fists. And maybe a person or two.

But, since there is a possibility that some people enjoy both metal and Phish (and would be reading RiB), I will say this: I went to the night in Syracuse, and both nights in Albany. I may be biased, but the Syracuse show was the best and included the most “metal” song in Phish’s repertoire, “Big Black Furry Creature From Mars” also affectionately noted as BBFCFM.

When I get home from work, what do I do?
I try to kill you
When I get home from work, what do I do?
I try to kill you

And why would I try to kill you?

Because you’re a
Big black furry creature from Mars
Big black furry creature from Mars
Big black furry creature from Mars
Big black furry creature from Mars

Never fear friends, I’m getting my revenge soon enough: GWAR in NYC on the 13th. Some REAL creatures from outerspace!

-Julia