So I was telling this story in IRC the other day and it%u2019s a pretty funny one, so I'm putting it down in a more real form now...enjoy
In 1993 I was off doing Dead tour and on spring tour we went up north and stayed at this really nice campground in New York for the Albany shows. One morning when I was there I met this guy at the bathrooms. His people were all asleep, my people were all asleep and it was without question time for a wake and bake and thus a long friendship started. After spring tour ended we fucked around some, I can't even remember what all we did, but we ended up back in Chicago with the guys that we were both touring with at the time.
Phish was just kind of getting a little bit huge. On dead tour, there were a lot of kids with Phish tapes and everyone in the lot had at least heard of them. My buddy was a huge fan and had tons of tapes (yes kids...tapes...ask your parents) that we had been listening to all spring tour, so I was into them and wanted to catch some shows. I had seen one or two before, but we decided it was time to get serious. We stocked up with a couple of ten packs, and off we went through the mid-west catching 4-10,4-12,4-13 and 4-14-93 before heading back to Chicago to get my buddies girlfriend and head up to the Ann Arbor shows.





