BTW, someone didn't pass their advanced french grammar course in the Poll section of this article.
How's about we make the choices:
NON, NON, NON! JE CONDAMNE CETTE NOUVELLE LOI!
Oui, oui oui! Je permettrai cette nouvelle loi.
As a resident of the Illuminated City for a year (and an ex-Portlander), I can tell you that riding a bicycle in Paris is a bit crazy. There are a lot of ancient Roman 3-way intersections here and cruising through them at a moderate speed is what EVERYONE does.
Wow Matt, these Mercury/Phish fans are really tearing you a new one. If I didn't know any better, I'd tell you to quit this "writing" gig and stick to something you suck less at than writing, like shipping T shirts back to their countries of origin for forty to fifty times their price. Escuandolas nearly nailed it on the head, you do wear American Apparel, but only at below wholesale costs as do I.
I was also in attendance at the Gorge. As a long time fan, it seems almost sacrilegious to say that those were my first and most likely last 7 hours of Phish I will ever experience in a live setting. You are right, EVERYONE was on drugs. You missed the bullseye on Phish fans' favorite uniform though, not tie-dye threads, but silk screened T shirts with quasi-recognizable logos of their youth. Upon further inspection and investigation, you realize that they are titles of Phish songs cleverly incorporated into icons of beloved American corporations. I have always found them tacky and if anything, an étude in Photoshop. A blaze-colored shirt with the semblance of a "Tide" logo but with the word "Tube" (a great Phish song) across the front is ugly, a ripoff in terms of quality of T shirt construction and lastly, a big inside joke. So I don't blame if you don't "get it."
Returning to the lot scene, I completely conquer. Thousands of white people walking the fence between drug-induced comatose and death. In fact, from our campsite, our party was in full view of a guy sitting cross-legged, with his head in his lap, drooling FOR THREE HOURS. He finally woke up, scratched his head, smoked a bowl and went to sleep. Great way to spend an afternoon, huh? In our defense, we all indulged in illicit substances, some more than others, but after seeing the overflowing piles of trash and the thousands of $9.00 (each) tallboy Miller Lites on the lawn of the amphitheater, the sheer number of undocumented venue workers (everyone's gotta eat) juxtaposed with the talent, discipline, emotion, and genuine desire to deliver a few hours of escapism by the band, it quickly reaffirmed that I love the band, but I can't support the phanbase.
Matt, I miss you and your (patent pending) moves on the forklift. In the future, because I hope to read more of your articles, you will have to inform the public that you hate nothing more than adults behaving like children (a Portland mantra that I enjoy upholding). Maybe the one thing you hate more than adults behaving like children are adults behaving like children with Cerebral Palsy.
I don't have to boast my solid knowledge base of pointless Phish trivia including certain memorized setlists, but to the Mercury/Phish fans out there: this response was written while listening to two great songs: First night, second set "Bathtub > Harry" with the Meatball pedal turned all the way up.
Share the boat ramp!
I don't care what they say, ATV's are safer than snowmobiles because after you go bar-hopping out on the frozen lakes, it's hard to see the chain across the boat ramp under all that snow. You're left with a bad neck-ache because that hidden chain has just decapitated you. Ah, the memories.
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