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Tuesday, August 31, 2004
 
Lost Puppies, Twinkle, Turquoise, and Orange Gatorade

School is back in session. You know what that means? College kids are back slacking off and hitting all my various blogs when they should be studying. Just when my web traffic began to trail off as people went away on vacation... it perked back up. I'm getting an influx of horny frat boys looking for naked pictures of various items like the latest breast upgrade of Lindsay Lohan or Tara Reid or artistic photos of Paris Hilton's shaved cooter. Plus there's plenty of pink clad, spoiled rotten, sorority girls stumbling upon the Tao(s) when they hit up Nicky Hilton designer purses into Google.

My stats have shown students from all over America are wasting their time with me. And I'm down with that. That's probably the last thing that my ego needs... a plethora of good looking, eager and impressionable minds looking for some sort of direction or worse, answers to unanswerable questions. At best maybe you'll get a laugh or two and the occasional poker tip on my sites, but I'll throw out my disclaimer quick and be done with it... by no means will you find any answers from someone else, and most importantly, there are no answers anywhere on the internet, especially on the Tao of Pauly.

An old friend once told me, as he was staring down the double barreled shotgun called stomach cancer, "Everything you've been searching for is inside yourself. Everyone's been looking in the wrong place."

It took my almost five years to figure out what the hell he was talking about. Sometimes, you just have to let go. Release your grip on so many things that you're afraid to depart with.

Twinkle & Turquoise

I can't however, get over Nicky Hilton marrying some Wall Street stiff. She was my favorite Hilton Sister. I like the quiet ones. I guess Paris is doomed to marry the junkie drummer of some whiney indie rock band from a town where they only get three days of sunshine all year. I think I've almost reached the sort of desperation that I'm willing to post a personal ad:
Junkie writer seeks rich women with multiple personality disorders and a trust fund to share sunsets, drinking before noon, and monthly trips to Vegas. Must be able to read at the minimum, a 6th grade level.
I know. I'm picky.

There's one gal out there who's been boozing it up in NYC bars. She's also a foul mouth blonde, who did more drinking in college than her old man... and that's everyone's favorite First Daughter Jenna Bush.


Which one's Twinkle?

OK, I know I said I like the quiet ones. And Jenna's saintly twin sister Barbara (aka Babs) is probably more likely to discuss German Existentialism than knock back shots of SoCo at Happy Hour with Al Can't Hang... but everyone loves to party with feisty Texas blondes. And Jenna, that girl knows how to party.

Orange Gatorade

There are dumb ass people out there. I shall cite an instance I had a few weeks ago here in NYC. I went into one of those huge retail chain drug stores and I grabbed an Orange Gatorade. It was $1.19. I saw a sign for sixpacks: $5.99. I waited in line for at least ten minutes and when I got up to the front, the young check out girl with two inch long thin, bright blue nails scanned my Gatorade.

"$6.33."

"What the fuck?"

I ordered her to scan it again. She gave me a look like I just kicked her dog. She makes $6 an hour... and her job is to scan items. Just five years ago, she had to actually read the price tag and enter the prices by hand. And that was one of the most difficult jobs in America having to work under such horrid conditions. Thank God for price scanners which reduced checkout clerk's workload by a staggering 33%.

"$6.33," she smugly answered after she scanned it one more time, motivated more to prove me wrong than to assist a customer.

"For one Gatorade? It's $1.19. I get one every Tuesday. It's $5.99 for a sixpack."

"It says $6.33."

"It's wrong. Computer is fucked up. Just manually punch it in."

She wouldn't move. I guess the training manual never covered that part of pricing disputes. I attempted to appeal to her senses as a consumer.

"Would you pay $6 for a Gatorade?"

She stood there speechless, holding my Gatorade in the air. I whirled around and apologized to the long people in line behind me. "They're trying to rip me off and charge me $6 for a Gatorade. And Hot Nails over here has no clue what to do."

In true NY fashion. No one in line blinked.

"Keep your $6 Gatorade. I know it's asking you a lot to actually have to do some real work and punch in $1.19 into the register. You know, I've never met you, but it's that sort of laziness that will have you knocked up with three kids in the next five years."

I walked out of the store. I rarely treat service people with disdain, but laziness and stupidity set me off.

Bronze Is for Losers

And don't get me started about the dismal performance of the men's basketball team at the Olympics. We sent over professional players and we got spanked. In other countries, if you humiliate your homeland with a poor performance, who get whacked. In the World Cup soccer match, US beat Colombia 1-0 by a mistake from a Colombian player. He kicked the ball into his own goal my mistake. Within a week after his return to Bogata, he was shot dead. When Iraqi athletes failed to perform well at international competitions, Saddam's son, Uday, routinely tortured the players, and in a horrifying manner went after their families as well, often killing relatives and raping their sisters when in reality, the athletes did their absolute best. I'm not calling for any sort of violence among the NBA players and coaching staff who failed to deliver a gold medal. But someone has to call them out for their ugliness. They should be ashamed of themselves. They dishonored America and the sport of basketball. They should banned from the Basketball Hall of Fame for that unacceptable performance. I've been seething for days since they lost to Argentina.

Lost Puppies

And yes, the new issue of Truckin' is out. You can finally read all about the infamous puppy story.

Anyway, I told Al Can't Hang that I would update all four of my blogs within a 24 hour period. I think I did it all within 30 hours. Blogger was fucking up yesterday. But I finally published the new issue of Truckin'. In addition, I penned a solid entry to the Tao of Poker...
During my epic quest to pen the first great American novel of the 21st century... rarely do I blankly stare at my computer screen and mutter, "What the fuck?" That's the sort of rhetoric reserved for the lunacy that ensues when some crotch scratching nitwit from Altoona pushes his stack all in with bottom pair and catches a backdoor flush of running diamonds against my flopped Broadway straight.
And on Sunday, I updated my poli-blog This Side of the Truth with a little rant on Sudan.
It's time for me to pass along the horrifying word that there is a living hell on Earth... and people are dying under a dark veil of brutality every few minutes in Sudan. The sad thing is knowing that it will continue and no one on this side of the ocean is doing anything to stop it. How could busy Americans take time out of their day and focus on something aside from the Election, or the Olympics, or the Kobe Bryant rape and Scott Peterson murder trials, or the upcoming season of The Apprentice, or what brand of orange juice J. Lo drinks on Sunday mornings for brunch while on vacation in Bermuda?
It feels good not to have a deadline looming overhead. I never realized how much I wrote until I took off this summer on various trips to follow Phish and the Dead and to Santa Fe... and returned with a backlog of new adventures to scribble down, in addition to keeping up with all my internet writing. I am starting to be concerned that in the future my internet ramblings will slowly trickle down not because of integrity and artistic issue... but out of the simple reason, I just don't have all the time anymore to devote to endless hours in front of the computer coding and writing for my blogs. I get dizzy enough playing online at Party Poker for four straight hours that some days I don't want to be near any sort of technological device. Maybe that's the part of me pushing myself to gain more independence from being a slave to computers, the internet, cell phones, and the like. I started remembering all the phone numbers I programmed into my cell phone and other necessary data that I stored on my hard drive. Now I won't feel like a complete idiot when someone asks me for my cell phone number and I have to pause to check and look it up.

Anyway, I've been writing a ton the past few days. Here's the line up of poker playing and writing music since I've been back to NYC:
Writing Music:
1. John Coltrane
2. Joss Stone
3. Trey Anastasio Band
4. Neil Young
5. Tom Waits

Poker Music:
1. Billie Holiday
2. Sam Bush
3. Elliot Smith
4. Medeski, Martin & Wood
5. Galactic
Expect a psycho-poli rant on Wednesday. NYC is swarmed with bomb sniffing dogs and happy Republicans.

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Truckin' August 2004 (Vol. 3, Issue 8)

I finally posted another issue of my literary blog-zine Truckin'. The summer ending issue represents a transition... from my running series of Miami stories which will segue into several Coventry, Vermont stories beginning this month. My Phishin' trips to Miami and Vermont were inspiration for at least twelve stories. This issue is anchored by two regulars. Sigge S. Amdal, our Norwegian friend, returns with a story called Messiah on a Tuesday. And Tom Love is back with a wicked tale called Vamp. I'm excited to finally publish Part II of Diane Roy's gripping story, Perversion Dispatched. Sit back, enjoy, and please spread the good word about this site. Be sweet, McG.

1. Lost Puppy by Tenzin McGrupp

She was barefoot, her lower legs caked in mud, and her puppy asleep in her arms. Her glassed over eyes were the size of a butter dishes, and she looked like she hadn’t slept in over a week... More

2. Perversion Dispatched, Part II by Diane Roy

Hubert was slapped with reality as Jennica's screams finally hit him. Panicked, he threw his hands over her mouth to silence her, but she wouldn't stop... More

3. Vamp by Tom Love

She owned no clothing of color, nor anything white. Her walk-in closet was a complete unbroken row of black... More

4. Messiah on a Tuesday by Sigge S. Amdal

Most people had problems with Mondays, but Dolores really couldn't get herself to appreciate the second day of the week... More

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Monday, August 30, 2004
 
Pink Rabbits

I lost fourteen pounds since Hampton, Virginia where I started my last Phish tour in early August. The road less traveled had a lot less pound cake. More than half the heads were on the “tour diet” of one meal a day with several long periods of sleep deprivation and illicit narcotic snortage. In Santa Fe, my famished body enjoyed having more than a meal a day… and some of the finest Southwestern cuisine at that. I never mentioned the chicken enchiladas that I devoured at the Pink Adobe. Man, I’d consider flying back just for another dish.

Have you ever witnessed a stunning New Mexico sunset? The impressionist array of dozens of light hues of purple, pink, and orange float in the endless sky. No wonder so many painters move out there from the dreary, filthy cities back east. If the West Coast hipsters didn’t flock to Santa Fe in the late 1990s and drive up the rent prices and infest the local area with a gazillion Starbucks… I would have moved there a decade ago. There’s a price to pay to live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world.

One of the drawbacks of being an insomniac is the lack of dreams that I get to experience. Yeah, my blog would be flooded with meaningless tales about my obscure, hypersexual, ironically symbolic dream world. Haley has strange dreams all the time. I've encouraged her to started up her own dream blog. And always, she lazily declines. I used to get the most random calls or emails describing, in freakingly astonishing detail, all of Haley’s dreams. The poor girl could never remember what she ate for breakfast the day before, but she could recant the specifics of the fluorescent orange socks I was wearing one night when I pedaled a bicycle down Fifth Avenue with multiple Japanese film crews following me in two shopping carts. It gets better… seriously, this is a real dream Haley had when I was in Santa Fe… because there were five Japanese guys in each shopping cart shooting my every move. I had been hired by a Japanese reality TV show at the same time I was shooting a documentary. Both crews elbowed each other to get the better shot of me on a bicycle. And whenever Haley finally completes her long, rambling, intricate dream narration… I sarcastically utter up, “Did you drop acid yesterday? And if so, why you holding out? I’d like to see pink rabbits too.”

For the record, I signed a deal with a Norwegian film production company where I’ll produce and direct a series of short films on goat cheese, Post-Modern Eastern European Existentialism, and Burmese sex slaves. My Norwegian is horrible, but I think in my contract it states that after all the shooting is complete… I get to keep either one of the goats or one of the sex slaves. Or both, perhaps, if I’m truly lucky. And yes, I’m laughing right now because I know that some of my sexually twisted readers actually had the fleeting thought... "Hmmm, I wonder if he could get the sex slave to fuck the goat?"

You’re all a bunch of criminals.

Nothing brightens my groggy Sunday mornings that a chat with Al Can’t Hang. Within the first few minutes he admitted some odd things such as how he indirectly works for Kirsten Dunst’s dad and that I'm his "friggin' hero." Always flattering to hear, but this was the gem... "I like little surprises in my life to make me a little happier. I forgot in my drunken stupor last night that I made Mrs. Hang stop for fresh Krispy Kreme. I just walked into the kitchen a saw them there."

Amen for donuts. After long ten hour sessions of playing poker at the Excalibur in Las Vegas, I sprint up the escalator to their food court and devour a few Krispy Kremes. Win or lose, it’s a great treat. I love having a belly full of donuts and watered down vodka tonics and wandering down the Strip, stumbling underneath the stuttering flashes of neon in the few minutes or so before first break of dawn… when the darkness begrudgingly fades into night, and you can count the seconds before it disappears when the morning light illuminates the mountains, and you finally remember that you’re not dreaming… you are wide awake, never more in the moment, felling the bulge in your pocket and it’s really an erection or a wad of cash (again, both if you’re lucky… dude, I can’t believe she fucked the goat!)… and you reach that apex of philosophical dread when you scream at a bunch of disheveled drunk tourists from Alabama… "What the fuck are we doing in the middle of the desert eating buffet eggs for $2.99?"

My awkward spiral into spiritual desolation always happens when I gamble with money I should be using to pay off the thieves at the IRS or using the money for something useful, like cigarette addictions or a manic shopping spree at Williams and Sonoma with a top-heavy stripper I met standing at a roulette table with a Cosmopolitan in one hand and a diamond ring on her other hand that was the size of John Holmes’ cock. I’d like to meet the old, dumb, uber-rich retard that bought Bubbles that exquisite piece of jewelry.

Yeah, I just wrote out a check to the IRS for a monthly payment that I arranged with them after I found myself drowning in a small lake of back taxes. I hate exchanging cash from my poker wins to pay off debts. Sure, I have no problem using my winnings to fund trips to Vermont or Las Vegas… but it just sucks to know I busted my ass at a card table for sixteen hours and accept the sad fact that the money I won was going to my Government. Next tax season, I hope to write off all my poker losses and offset any capital gains that might be taxed. If I only had a hotel heiress to marry, who would pay off my outstanding debts with various entities.

The IRS must have me flagged. I have a online poker account in Gibraltar. I have a sports betting account in Curaco. I have a checking account set up in an off-shore bank in New Zealand. It's a matter of time before I'm brought downtown for questioning.

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Protest Pictures


A bird's eye view of the protest.

Here are a few links to some news wire photos and some protest march photos.


Cops were ready for any unruly protestors.

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Sunday, August 29, 2004
 
Let's Gamble!

OK, Boy Genius has been busy with work and other things... and I have been all over the country the past few weeks... and we haven't had time for our weekly prop bet. I don't know who's supposed to pick next... but I got a good one.
Who will win the next WPT Hollyweird Home Game?
1. Ben Affleck
2. Gary Busey
3. Jon Faverau
4. Ed Asner
5. Mo Collins
6. Sharon Lawrence
BG picks two and I'll pick two from the last remaining four. The episode airs this Sunday at 9pm on the Travel Channel... so if you tune in, you can see who wins this week's bet.

BG picks: Ed Asner or Ben Affleck.
Pauly picks: Sharown Lawrence or John Faverau

Best of luck!

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Africa Watch

Editor's Note: I posted this entry to my poli-blog This Side of the Truth. Check it out.

Ingrid from Me and Ophelia is a British blogger who has been devoting a tremendous amount of her time and energy into shedding light on the worsening situation in Africa, something that we should all be paying attention to. Every major American media outlet failed to mention the ongoing crisis in Sudan... where an ugly war with local rebels has turned the country upside down. A massive humanitarian crisis looms overhead with more than a million refugees fleeing the Darfur region.

Here's a bit of a recent entry at Sudan Watch in which she quoted an article from Steve Crawshaw, director of Human Rights Watch in London and a former foreign-news editor:
"At last, the world has focused its attention on the catastrophe of western Sudan. A United Nations Security Council resolution has set a deadline for the end of this month for the Khartoum government to take action against the murderous Janjaweed militias. In recent weeks, stories from western Sudan have filled the newspapers, and have regularly led the television news. Any readers and viewers who are interested in foreign affairs - and many who are not - now recognise the name of Darfur...

In 1984, the Ethiopian famine was not "news" for many months until Michael Buerk made it so, with a single powerful report for the BBC about "the closest thing to hell on earth". In 1994, the Rwandan genocide was not deemed to be news until the worst of the slaughter was already over. And now, in 2004, we have seen the process repeated, all over again.

Paradoxically, it was the attempted suppression of a story about Darfur that allowed many news editors to treat it as a serious news story for the first time. A campaign of rape, ethnic cleansing and murder did not, apparently, count as news. But the suppression in late April of an internal UN report that confirmed the known facts was news. The censors, in short, gave the subject publicity."
Yes, without Ingrid, I wouldn't know anything about Sudan. It's time for me to pass along the horrifying word that there is a living hell on Earth... and people are dying under a dark veil of brutality every few minutes in Sudan. The sad thing is knowing that it will continue and no one on this side of the ocean is doing anything to stop it. How could busy Americans take time out of their day and focus on something aside from the Election, or the Olympics, or the Kobe Bryant rape and Scott Peterson murder trials, or the upcoming season of The Apprentice, or what brand of orange juice J. Lo drinks on Sunday mornings for brunch while on vacation in Bermuda?

I don't think anyone could stomach any of the violent, graphic images of Sudan under siege. It's not getting any better anywhere else in Africa. Every day more people die, more governments lose grip on their countries. People are hungry. People are angry. People are dying of AIDS. Pictures of starving babies and images of little kids with their hands cut off are not the first things Americans want to see when they wake up in the morning or when they get home from an exhausting day at work. That was the driving factor behind the mysterious omission of numerous stories the Sudan genocide and war and rape and torture in our newspapers and on our alphabet news channels. That brutal reality stuff doesn't sell newspapers and truthful tales of mutilation and gang rape are the types of uncomfortable topics that keep would many spoiled Americans awake at night in their warm and comfortable beds... and we don't want to disturb the herd. The last thing Consumer America wants to hear from our suburban teens is... "Why should I spend $100 at the GAP when there are babies starving in Sudan?"

Although Sudan wasn't entirely ignored by our government, which re-issued a Travel Warning about Sudan in late June. Here's what they said:
This is being re-issued to remind Americans of continued terrorist threats aimed at Western and U.S. interests, and update them on concerns regarding the security situation in Sudan. This supersedes the Travel Warning of November 14, 2003.

The Department of State warns U.S. citizens against all travel to Sudan. Although the two parties to the long-running civil war are negotiating a peace accord to end the war, travel in the south is still dangerous. In addition, there is serious fighting in Darfur and a humanitarian crisis brought on by fighting, drought and famine.

As noted in previous Travel Warnings for Sudan, the U.S. Government has received indications of terrorist threats aimed at American and Western interests in Sudan. Terrorist actions may include suicide operations, bombings, or kidnappings. U.S. citizens should be aware of the risk of indiscriminate attacks on civilian targets in public places, which include tourist sites and locations where westerners are known to congregate, and commercial operations associated with U.S. or western interests. As physical security remains high at official facilities, terrorists may turn towards softer targets, such as residential compounds.

Sporadic fighting has continued between Sudanese government forces, the Sudan Peoples' Liberation Army (SPLA), and various militias in the southern part of the country. Threats have been made against foreigners working in the oil industry in Upper Nile province. The potential for violence remains in the areas around Kassala and southern Blue Nile province. The ceasefire in the Nuba Mountains generally has been respected. At least one American relief worker was beaten and falsely accused of espionage. Other Americans have been held hostage. Travel into opposition-held areas of Sudan requires a specific travel permit from the SPLA or other rebel movements controlling the territory. The Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA), which normally operates in northern Uganda and occasionally receives shelter in southern Sudan, has allegedly threatened to target Americans.

There have been demonstrations in Khartoum against United States foreign policy. In some instances, demonstrators have thrown rocks at the U.S. Embassy and Westerners. Americans should avoid large crowds and demonstrations.
Uncle Sam basicially says, "Don't travel to a horrible place that we haven't told you about."

Here's just a quick glimpse at the current instability in Africa:
IVORY COAST: REBELLION
DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF CONGO: WAR
ZIMBABWE: TYRANNY/FAMINE
SUDAN: ETHNIC CLEANSING/FAMINE
UGANDA: REBELLION/AIDS
RWANDA: ETHNIC STRIFE
BURUNDI: CIVIL WAR
Ingrid is the author of several other important blogs that will shed better light on some of our world's problems. I suggest at sometime you visit Congo Watch and Uganda Watch... two blogs that will focus on the issuing surrounding those war torn countries.

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Poker in the Weeds

My brother updated his blog!

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Saturday, August 28, 2004
 
5 Random Google Referrals in the Last 24 Hours...

1. dog fucking a horse video
2. Tara Ried breast implants
3. Cute Wisconsin girls
4. Average Temp. in Las Vegas
5. Drunk intern shitting pants at work party

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Friday, August 27, 2004
 
5 Random Touristy Things I Did in Santa Fe...

1. The Plaza
2. San Miguel Church
3. Cities of Gold casino
4. Pink Adobe
5. Georgia O'Keefe Museum

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Thanks Bruce!


And Right back at ya!

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Last 5 Books I Saw People Reading in Airports...

1. Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf? by Edward Albee
2. The Teeth of the Tiger by Tom Clancy
3. Skywriting: A Life Out of the Blue by Jane Pauley
4. No Man Is an Island by Thomas Merton
5. Michael Moore Is A Big Fat Stupid White Man by David T. Hardy and Jason Clarke

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Thursday, August 26, 2004
 
Wednesday's Politico Roundup: Swift Kerry

Editor's Note: I know it's Thursday, but I didn't have the chance yesterday to blog this latest entry to my poli-blog This Side of the Truth. Here it is...

I don't care what John Kerry did in 1968 and 1969 no more do I care what George W. Bush did at the same time. This has nothing to do with the future of our country but at this point in the election... John Kerry and his swift boat career has come under fire. And right now the Kerry camp shoulders the blame in this latest debacle that is allowing the next four years to slide right into Bush's lap.

How has Kerry handled the situation? Poorly. They look like desperate fools. His camp has threatened to sue radio stations that play a Swift Boat Veterans for Truth ad and books stores who sell their book, and attempted to smear the sixty plus veterans who are against his run for the Presidency. Unfortunately, when he whined to the Bush camp about pulling various third party ads... they were happy to oblige since the majority of anti-Bush ads come from third party organizations like Moveon.org. But Bush couldn't care less... all this mess has allowed his numbers in the polls to increase a slight lead over Kerry.


Fact of fiction? Only John Kerry knows...

Kerry tried to play up his role in Vietnam and it backfired. Why? Firstly because the people who lived through that era of America history don't want to rehash the painful past. It wasn't a pretty picture back then and for Kerry boasting about his record back then angered a lot of folks. His volunteer service is admirable, but he should have stopped talking about his Vietnam years at that point. His medals, his leadership, and his credibility have all been scrutinized, not just by the GOP, but the media as well. His testimony in front of Congress pissed off the majority of his fellow veterans when he admitted that the openly committed war crimes.

Whether he did or he didn't is not the point. No one cares if he cut off ears or shot kids during combat situations. War is hell. But when he used his service in Vietnam as one of the few reasons the middle of the road voters should pick him... he opened himself up for attacks from all over the political spectrum. The Democratic elite failed to realize that he needed to come up with some sort of cohesive platform aside from "I'm not Bush. I actually fought in Vietnam." Once again, Kerry shot himself in the foot. When white voters from the suburbs go to vote in November, what will they be thinking about? John Kerry and Cambodia in 1968. Or George W. Bush and 9.11?

Distraction?

Is all this just a well timed distraction (from both fronts) to cover up the fact that there is a severe lack of real issues in both campaigns? The war is Iraq is costing us billions of dollars. The economy is lackluster. American jobs are being lost to cheaper labor overseas everyday. Health care costs are rising. Our kids are dumber than ever. More Americans live below the poverty line than ever before. The civil war within the Arab world is getting uglier and uglier. Hundreds of Al Qaeda (and AQ offshoots) operatives are living among us. And what is everyone talking about? John Kerry and Vietnam... a country on the other side of the world and a decade that most people simply are too burnt out to remember or too angry to relive those tumultuous flashbacks.

Who knows? Maybe Kerry will change his mind next week about his past. In the meantime, John McCain asked Bush to condem all third party ads, an act he has yet to do.

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The Olympics?


Allen Iverson is held by a player from Spain.

I haven't watched too much Olympic coverage since the games began. I guess part of that lack of viewing had to do with the Olympics conflicting with my traveling schedule. But in the last week, I caught just a few events, watching more Little League baseball than supporting my home country in the Athens games. I told myself I'd watch a little bit more, so I caught chick beach volleyball with Haley the other day. When they won the gold medal, I hadn't seen two teammates that friendly with one another since John Kerry picked John Edwards as his veep and their basically stroked each other nonstop in front of the press corps for a week straight. I guess the ecstasy wore off. So what else have I watched? Some boxing and that was about it. That of course does not include basketball. It's my favorite sport and I that was the only event I was familiar with the schedule and records of all the teams involved. The games were on in the mornings on the USA channel of all places.

Sure the men's team sucks. It's roster is filled with problems. We can debate for days on end about what's fundamentally wrong with the philosophy behind the type of team we send out against the ever improving world players. But I'm not going to bitch and moan about what we don't have. I'm the type of fan that supports the team I got in front of me. The rosters is what it is... so I'm pulling for the guys. This year they'll need all the help they can get, especially after loses to Puerto Rico and Lithuania.

The only saving grace was that I knew NBA players play basketball in two distinct modes... regular season and playoff. The playoffs in the NBA include some of the most brutal post-season games in professional sports. There's a different attitude and mentality behind the level of play... and that was the X factor that which I hoped would put the struggling team USA over the top. They know how to switch gears and step up to play on a bigger stage. The medal round was their opportunity to show the world that they are a lot better than they looked.

This morning, the boys took on a possible gold medal favorite, Spain, led by Europe's best player (and NBA standout) Pau Gasol. I had him on my fantasy basketball team and the guy can shoot for a seven footer. The Americans had been playing awful on the perimeter for the entire Olympics with poor shooting and poor defense which led to their opponents having a higher three point field goal precentage in their two losses.

The game was plagued by the vagaries of officiating from the international refs. They miss a lot of calls and without a doubt, plenty of close calls have gone against the USA on several occasions. But you have to overcome that to win. The game reminded me of a Knicks game.... when the guards play well, they win. The combo of Allen Iverson, Dwayne Wade, and Stephon Marbury were too much for Spain's backcourt to handle. Despite the foul trouble of the big men (Lamar Odom fouled out and Tim Duncan played most of the game in foul trouble), Iverson and Wade played much better defense and Marbury broke an American Olympic record with 31 points... 18 from three pointers. He broke Charles Barkley's and Adrain Dantley's record of 30 points. His fourth quarter play was impressive. He took control of the game down the stretch, made a crucial steal on a fast break when Spain was threatening to pull close late, and took the ball to the hoop, NYC style, after blowing by his defender and breaking down the zone. He scored more points today then he did the entire first round of the Olympics. Team USA held off Spain 102-94 and moved onto the semifinals, looking the best they've been.


Spain's coach was pissed at Larry Brown.

Team USA even played some zone defense to protect their big men. At the end of the game, Spain's coach acted like a jackass and refused to shake the hand of USA's coach Larry Brown after being pissed off at a scheduled time out that USA called late in the game. Even assistant coach Roy Williams was seen getting into a verbal argument with Spain's coaching staff and one of their players. It seemed like Spain were acting like sore losers, especially since they were favored not just to win a medal... but to win a gold after the Americans got off to a shaky start in the opening rounds. Next up... Argentina, most likely.

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Cities of Gold
"Ooooh. There's a New Mexico!" - Homer Simpson
I woke up hungover and with Haley's mother's dog barking in my ear. I called ahead to find out the tournament schedule at Cities of Gold. On Tuesdays they had a Crazy Pineapple tourney. Not my game, so we decided to head up to the casino after lunch at the Pink Adobe. I was on a mission to report back something about Santa Fe that didn't mention anything about the yummy food, or the adobes, or the artsy fartsy stuff. I hit a few bars the night before and now it was finally time to sample poker, New Mexico style. That's another state I can add to my long list of places I've played poker. Haley was shocked to find out there was a casino so close to where her mother lived. I was pumped. There was a small poker room with six tables, but only one game was going on when I got there.
The Players:
Seat 1: Trucker
Seat 2: Dr. Pauly
Seat 3: Mona from Who's the Boss
Seat 4: Haley
Seat 5: WWII Vet
Seat 6: Middle-aged Guy with beer gut
Seat 7: Moses
Seat 8: Vietnam Vet
Seat 9: Grandma Walton
Seat 10: Cool guy toughster 19 yr old
For the complete write up of the afternoon of cards visit Tao of Poker. Find out how I lost and how Haley walked away a winner.

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Wednesday, August 25, 2004
 
5 Random States I Got Speeding Tickets In...
1. California
2. Kansas
3. Tennesse
4. Georgia
5. Mississippi

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Congrats to My Brother!!

On Sunday, my brother made the final table of the $5 Multi NL tourney on Party Poker and came in 6th place. He won $266. Yep, he turned a $5 into $266! There were 1300+ players and first place got $1300+. Good job! Very impressed with his play!! My best finish was 27th? Or somehwere around there.

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Tuesday, August 24, 2004
 
Greetings from Santa Fe...

I asked my waitress this afternoon what "Santa Fe" meant. She had no idea. That made me want to tip her only 5%. Anyway, after a crazy week of following Phish, I'm having a nice, mellow, relaxing holiday in New Mexico. I can't tell you too much about Santa Fe aside from telling you that the bar I got obliterated in last night was pretty cool with all these dragons. That's what I remember. The vision is fuzzy. I'm trying to block out all the hipsters from LA. But I'm recalling dragons and Haley muttering something like, "Have you ever puked in a bar in New Mexico? There's a Top 5 list waiting to be blogged."

And since she asked...

5 Random Bars I've Puked In...
1. The Blue Moon (Seattle, WA)
2. Limerick Junction (Atlanta, GA)
3. Rick's Cafe (Negril, Jamaica)
4. The Maple Leaf (New Orleans, LA)
5. Phoebe's (NYC)

I could tell you about the casino I went to just outside of Santa Fe to play poker this afternoon! I'll blog the details later to the Tao of Poker. Quick story... I lost my buy-in and Haley won $20. She wants to go back tomorrow. She's been watching too much Celebrity Poker.

Oh, and I met Haley's mom. She's hilarious. She reminds me of a hippie version of Kelly Ripa... on her third Maragrita of the day. Awwww, I'm just kiiiiii-ding. She drinks four before lunchtime. I never met anyome who appeared on The Love Boat before. After we had our second cocktail, on our way home from the airport, I got up enough courage to ask her, "So what's Ricardo Montilban really like?"


Welcome to Santa Fe!

At sunset tonight, she brougth me out to her backyard area and told me to take off my shoes and socks and dig my feet into the ground. "Now close your eyes, Pauly. Feel the Earth beneath you. Let's it's energy flow through you. Can you feel it?"

All I could feel was the rock that was digging into my foot. "I think so. I feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. Kinda like when I do a shot of Peppermint Schnapps."

"You're a very spiritual person, Pauly."

"You have no idea."

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Last 5 Random Google Searches/Hits for Tao of Pauly (since 12pm)...
1. Trey snorting cocaine at coventry
2. Tara Reid breast implants
3. Judy Jetson naked cartoon
4. Phish coventry peeing pictures
5. Paris Hilton's shave pussy

Yet again, more proof that the majority of my readers are drug riddled sexual perverts.

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Monday, August 23, 2004
 
Coventry: A Vermont Pharewell... Part 3

In case you haven't read the first two installments, you can visit these links: Part 1 and Part 2 to get up to speed.


Ask me any question... $1.

During the second setbreak I figured out that I had never been that wasted either without Senor or since 1998. I completed my mission. You can say I had been maintaining a steady high for the last six years... and while stuck in Vermont mud, I managed to push forth past the last exit of sobriety and ended up twenty-five miles past Shithoused City. I told the kid sitting next to me that I don't care what they play as long as they play Slave to the Traffic Light. Before the set began I mentioned to Molly that either Seven Below and Piper (or both) were coming. Those were two of their favorite jam > improv songs post hiatus. The versions I heard at SPAC were some of the tightest improvisational jamming since Japan. My only concern was if they had the proper headspace to play at that level, something I didn't think they could pull of after a highly emotional second set.
Set 3: Fast Enough for You, Seven Below > Simple > Piper > Bruno > Dickie Scotland > Wilson > Slave to the Traffic Light

Fireworks > Molly Crying

Encore: Trey speech > The Curtain With
The girl next to us was having a rough time and lent herself to a bad trip. "Time to get your shit together, sweetheart," I told her. "You don't want to miss the last ninety minutes of Phish." The lights went out and it was time. Last set ever.

I was surprised with Fast Enough For You, but felt it was a solid choice. I had a moment during FEFY. And if you ever had one of those moments... you know what I'm talking about... and I felt incredibly connected with everything around me... from Molly dancing to my left to feeling my feet sink into the muddy grass, to inhaling a fresh breath of Northeast Kingdom air, to feeling the tension and release in every instrument. I had no other thoughts aside from one... I was where I was supposed to be. I finally reached my intended destination.
If time were only part of the equation
Then you could draw the bound'ries of our cage
You wouldn't pile another stone upon me
And I'd be happy just to watch you age

But everything is in it's own dominion
And waiting in the shallows as I do
Appeases me as water slowly trickles out
Which isn't nearly fast enough for you
Molly smiled when they started Seven Below. It's a great tune to listen to when it's snowing outside. The boys like it because they have entire sections where they can go off on a tangent. Unlike plenty of other bands (especially those clustered in the jamband genre), what makes Phish unique is that during sections involving a solo... all four guys are soloing at the same time... and most of the time it works. Seven Below was sloppy but at that point so was I and I didn't care. I looked up and someone tossed an alien my way! I picked him up and realized he was taller than Molly!


Molly's new friend from planet Zippy.

I expected an emotional repeat of set 2 filled with sloppy playing and during Simple we were treated to plenty of fluffs, fuckups, and missed lyrics. Sure I miss lyrics all the time... but I'm not getting paid to sing them. It was up there with Glide and Stash as the musical lowlights of the weekend. On the walk out I composed my own lyrics to Simple which I sang for Molly.
What is a show without a setbreak?
Ooooh.... 8 balls and groupies are grand.
Tequila and 8 balls, groupies and handjobs,
Groupies and tequila, handjobs and 8 balls.
After and ugly Simple, the guys got their shit together for a solid Piper. And Molly gave me that look like, "You called both of them!" Sure the Piper was average but considering the subpar-ness vibe to the music the last 5 sets... Piper was a standout in the third set. For some reason, I was feeling a Lawn Boy after I bumped into Lawn Boy earlier in the night.


Lawn Boy with Dr. Pauly at the first setbreak.

No Lawn Boy. Instead they smoothly segued into a nice funky jam where Trey and the band ended up writing a song on the spot for their beloved monitor engineer, Bruno. Trey was back to being the leader of goofy Phish again. He dubbed the new dance... The Bruno. He made up lyrics on the fly and begged him to come onstage.
Bruno! Bruno! Bruno!
We love you, Bruno!
Bruno! Bruno! Bruno!

Everyone's doing it.
The Bruno!
From Newport to Coventry.
It's the new dance craze sweeping the Northeast Kingdom
All the kids at Newport High,
They're doing it low,
they're doing it high.
They're doing the Bruno.
Trey taught the dance with hand motions (like you're turning a knob) to the audience and I lost my shit when he made a comment to a someone in the front row after she did it right.

"That's it, you got it girlfriend."

I dunno if anyone else heard it at that time (and it wasn't an auditory hallucination... I confirmed it while listening to the show via Live Phish) but I fell down I was laughing so hard. Seriously, sometimes those guys are a bunch of geeks, other times they make me shit my pants with laughter. Like the scene in Bittersweet Motel when Trey told Fish to show the camera crew his underwear and he dropped his pants and stripped... or how in Great Woods, Trey polled the audience to ask if the Fishman tune kills the show or makes the show. And when Trey asked Mike what he thought about Fish songs and vacuum solo... Mike said, "On a scale of 2 to 3. It's a 3." Ah Fish inside jokes. I almost thought Fish was going to bust out the infamous prison joke.

Trey commented how Bruno was played in the chord of C, which was overrated so they broke into E flat. And then they wrote a song for the accountant, Dickie Scotland... and ended up taking the song into C minor and Trey and Fish would sing "Dickie, Dickie, Dickie" and the crowd would sing "Scotland!" I felt honored to see a rare and intimate moment as the creative process of Phish unfolded before our eyes. And just to be part of the crowd yelling was cool. And if I was Dickie Scotland, I'd be pumped. It's not everyday the boys sing a song for you, right Carini?


Trey jamming with a glowstick during DWD.

Enough joking aside. It was time to get a few more tunes in. "We'd like to sing about another friend of ours. Please for the last time ever..." and Trey voice trailed off as if he was holding back tears... and started the first notes to Wilson.

I guess I'm an old head. Man, when I first saw Wilson...the crowd didn't shout, "Wilson!" Back then, I walked twenty miles to every Phish show. I didn't have email and never would have thought of snorting a drug named after one of the chicks from The Breakfast Club. The crowd was into Wilson for sure. And Trey assured that us "You can still have fun!" and I'm reading into his message as if he's saying "Have a great life without us."

And that's when I almost had an emotional breakdown. I heard the first few notes of Slave to the Traffic Light and I thrust my arms in the air as if I just won the World Series of Poker or a gold medal in the Olympics. My buddy Bruce one told me, "It's always a great show when they play your favorite song." If you didn't read my Slave post... out of the 105 times they played it... I've caught 14 versions of my favorite song in 150 previous shows. That's a main reason why I go see so many shows. I have to see ten if I want to catch my favorite song. It's not like having Harry Hood or YEM as your favorite tune. They'll play it every three shows. I have to put forth the effort to catch a Slave. And yes, at some of the best shows I ever attended (The Gorge in 97, Big Cypress in 99, Osaka, Japan in 00) they played Slave.

I guess this could be an opportunity to tell everyone how important seeing Slave to the Traffic Light at the final Phish show was for me. But honestly, that's the only song I have not listened to after downloading the show. I cannot bring myself to open up myself to all the intense emotions I encountered during those 11 or so minutes. I probably would be conflicted anyway to share with you all what went on inside my head at that time. It was too personal and something's in life are best kept to oneself. Hearing Slave played as the set closer to the last Phish show is one of the greatest moments in my pretty crazy and fortunate life and at least for a while, I'd like to keep it to myself. It was a personal gift from Phish to me... a way of them thanking me for their support over the years... and that yes, you have to keep on living. And yeah... I completely did not deserve to hear it. But I did. I was there. Even reluctantly wanting to write the last paragraph made my eyeballs swell... and I'm completely skirting the moment. I'd be a mess if I had to relive those eleven minutes right now. Some of my readers tell me how my words bring them to the brink of tears... well as the writer, all I can say is that the emotions you feel when you read these words are a thousand times magnified when I bundle them together. Writing these reviews have been gut wrenching, like a rollercoaster ride without a safety bar. And that's why I can't bring myself to hear the final Slave. I might never listen to the last Slave again... because it was so moving, powerful, and meaningful to me. Yeah, I've wandered all over this world, been to obscure places, and met some amazing souls... but words can never describe the love and satisfaction you are overwhelmed with when Phish plays your favorite song at their last show.

When Trey finished Slave he collapsed to the ground and needed to be helped offstage by Mike. All I could think was that Trey and Mike and Page and Fish played their hearts out for us everynight. Sometimes they missed. Most of the time they created magic, the type of unbottled wave of energy that people wander the earth for decades searching. I was blessed to witness 151 of their performances spanning my rowdy teenage years to my drunken college years to my rambunctious 20s, and into the first mellow years of my 30s. You either got Phish or you didn't. I'm fortunate that I was able to easily pick up what they were putting out.

Before the encore, there was a cool and colorful fireworks display. That's when Molly started crying. I told her that everything was going to be OK. In reality, I was just telling that to myself. In the last couple days, I was told by a few friends who saw the simulcast that they were overwhelmed at that point too... because of the obvious, but also because they knew I got to see my favorite song. Alea sent me a text after the show: Phish played Slave for you.

The Encore
As he saw his life run away from him
Thousands ran along
Chanting words from a song
"Please me have no regrets"
I don't think anyone actually called The Curtain With. I figured Squirming Coil or Divided Sky. I knew they weren't going to play Fluffhead, yet parts of the crowd cheered for it. I recently checked my stats and out of the six times the boys played The Curtain With... I caught it four times (Coventry 04, Brooklyn 04, Vegas 00, Deer Creek 00). And ironically... two of those shows were with Heather. Full circle. That's why Trey and Phish picked that song to end their run. I got to see the boys bust out The Curtain (minus the With) in Fukukoa, Japan... one of my favorite shows of all time, but that didn't compared to the emotional energy of the last Phish song... ever. And yeah, Trey even stopped to tell the boys to play it in it's originally arrangement, one step lower. Perfectionists to the end.


The last bow.

The walk out of the venue was solemn. No one was really speaking. Molly was silent. Beano called me from Atlanta. He saw a simulcast and wanted to know what the last set was like. Although fairly wasted, I still knew what was going on, and I felt I didn't miss anything from being too far outta my tits. I was a little quiet, but I wasn't overly sad. I felt fortunate. I got to see the last six Phish shows... with some of my best friends. Overall, since the end of last summer, I saw 28 out of the last 30 shows.

As an artist I was happy that the guys had enough artistic integrity to realize that their music was not moving forward and reached a quagmire of stagnation. Those patches in an artist's life are a living hell. Depressed? Far from it. I was surprisingly happy leaving the show. I know that sounds fucked up... but over the previous week, I slowly replayed all the Phish shows I ever attended... rather, I replayed the faces of all my friends that I got to see shows with. Because the friendship aspect of Phish was certainly something that we all could relate to and that was something that would be the hardest to let go. I've met some of my best friends through Phish. I'm really going to miss them and all our shared memories. I met, dated, and fell in love with a woman I met in the parking lot at a show. I befriend musicians and Phisheads from Japan... and although we have difficult breaking down the language barrier... music and Phish are the only translators we needed.

Late Night

I wondered how I should tie this up in a nice bow. I tried my best to organize my feelings and emotions in some sort of chronological order... but memories don't work that way. I think memories are the best way for someone to travel back in time. It's an internal time machine. And after Molly fell asleep... I was still booming... and I wandered over to Shakedown. I bought a beer and sat down in the runway. I packed myself a bowl and I hopped into my Phishy time machine. I went as far back as I could and until the sun came up... I relived every show with everyone I saw them with. Maybe that night while you slept, I entered your dream life and I took you on a wild ride with me back in time. No flux capacitors needed. Just close those eyes. From sneaking into the Wetlands to see my first Phish show, to hopping in a car at the last minute to road trip to Athens for my second show with Wilkins, to the infamous three show run at the Roxy in 1993 that I saw with Bob, to Beano's first show at the Fox Theatre (to this date one of my Top 5 Phish shows all time), to my first show with Senor at MSG, to my first West Coast Phish show at the Gorge in 1997 with Senor and his brother, to the best Phish show I ever saw... Las Vegas, Halloween, 1998 and I never tripped harder in my life and I lost it when I looked over and Jay was eating a basket of chicken fingers in the middle of Rock and Roll, to the Prince cover 1999 to open at the New Year's show in 1998 at MSG, to encore at Great Woods when Phish covered Tuesday's Gone when Laila innocently asked me if that was the song from Dazed and Confused, to running out of gas in the Pauly Mobile with Modeski and Senor on the Garden State Parkway after a PNC show, to humorously watching Spider's alter-ego Richard appear before my eyes in the second set at Oswego, to meeting Page and his pregnant wife backstage in Tucson, to watching Heather dance in the aisles with her Mom during 2001 at The Woodlands, to the infamous Boogie glowstick show at Nassau in 1999 when in the middle of Harry Hood she threw a glowstick, hit the lighting rigs above the stage, and the glowstick crashed down on page's piano with a loud, "Thud!", to the epic Millennium show playing until sunrise at Big Cypress, to the Radio City Music Hall shows in NYC with Senor, to riding the bullet trains in Japan with Beano and Senor to four different cities, and cracking up when Zobo pulled out his ticket stub during the middle of Golgi Appartaus in Osaka, to Senor jumping up and down during First Tube at the last Japan Phish show also in Osaka, to the infamous Moby Dick show at Deer Creek with Heather, to Gil eating an ice cream cone during the Mellow Mood opener at the Pepsi Arena in Albany, to witnessing the marriage proposal on the floor of the Vegas show with two Japhans and Heather... also during the middle of Mellow Mood. And then there was the first show after the hiatus at MSG, and the crazy rowdy energy that got MSG rocking all night, to the Philly show at the Spectrum where Molly almost peed in her pants because the lines to get in were so long and slow, to the late night Tower Jam at IT in Maine with Alea as we wandered back clueless that was Phish up on top of the control tower, to the 20th anniversary show in Boston that I went to by myself and made a slew of new friends, to the Miami shows with Bruce and the guest appearance of George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic, to the wild Vegas shows this past April where I was Page side all three nights only a few rows back, to the last Phish show in NYC for me at Coney Island, to the best jam ever in the middle of Piper at SPAC, to selling Bloody Mary's in Shakedown with The Joker at Deer Creek, to almost getting arrested in Hampton, and my last show with Senor at Great Woods hanging with Emi and Junko on the lawn during Makisupa Policeman, to the crowd chanting, "Could you feel good, feel good, good about Hood!" during the encore at Coventry... I had such a short time to replay all those fond memories and the hudreds or so I forgot to mention. How could I feel upset about never seeing Phish again, when I have such amazing and warm memories to keep me buzzed for days on end?

I wandered back to the tent and stumbled upon the same girl from the night before who had been trying to sell her puppy for some yay yo. I'll write up this hilarious encounter in a short story for the upcoming issue of my blogzine Truckin'. I eventually fell asleep sometime after first light.

Leaving Vermont

I woke up after a few flimsy hours of sleep. It drizzled for a little bit just after sunrise. As I watched the traffic jam of cars exit, I grabbed an egg and cheese sandwich and an OJ. I had a nice wake and bake session and started to pack up all our gear. I woke up Molly and we headed out. A steady stream of cars, RVs, SUV's, and the such were stuck in a single lane trying to get out for twelve straight hours. A decent collection of walkers began their hikes back to their ditched cars. As soon as we began our five mile hike back to Newport, it began to rain for the first time we arrived in Vermont. Although it started slow, it picked up fast. We had to stop and put on our rain gear. Luckily I saw a pick up truck. It was driven by a local and he was headed for Route 14. I asked him to take me to Main Street in Newport first and he agreed to take Molly and myself for $10 each. We climbed into the back and sat on cubes of hay until he packed ten total people in there. The rain picked up intensity even more as we slowly made our way down Airport Road. One kid said he decided to take his last hit of acid because he knew it would get wet sitting in his pocket. He applauded one of the girls in our group who busted out a tarp to cover all of us up in the back. We each held a little bit on the ends and huddled underneath. It was a ten minute drive to Main Street. We hopped out and our car was safe and sound.

We were tired and wet! We dressed and undressed right in the parking lot with the other dirty, muddy, soaked fans. I stashed my muddy pants, socks, shirt, and hiking boots in a plastic bag. I found some dry socks and shoes and charged up my dead phone. I realized that the antenna on my phone broke again! Oh well. I grabbed some of the food and beverages we brought with us and started chowing down on orange Gatorade, a few granola bars, and a coffee cake. We were ready to go back to NYC. "I had an amazing time," I recalled telling Molly as I drove through Main Street and I wondered if my other friends had gotten into the show.


Phans return to their cars on I-91.

On the drive south, you could see thousands of abandoned cars along I-91. Hundreds of people we hiking back to their vehicles. We stopped at a rest stop to freshen up and I ditched some grabage and checked my messages. A few people still had no idea if I got into the show or not and finally had the chance to tell them about the crazy weekend.

We ate at Cracker Barrel someplace south of Springfield. Molly had a corprate discount card! Plenty of heads were also eating. The wait staff had never been that busy before... at 3pm on a Monday. I was going to get French toast, that's what Molly got with a side of bacon, that melted right in your mouth! However, when I walked in, a woman had ordered a bacon cheeseburger and the looks and smells were too enticing for me to pass up.

Last Thoughts

I didn't go to Coventry to see the greatest Phish show of all time. I had low expectations of out them musically. I was there to say good bye to my friends, the band, and the scene that had ballooned out of control over the last decade. The dark energy of Shakedown and the surrounding seedy element had become a cancer upon the thriving Phish community. I'm glad to see it go.

Was Coventry worth the hassle? Yes. Absolutely. I would have walked from NYC to see those guys one last time. I've heard plenty of negative stuff about other people's Coventry experiences. Some of it is warranted while most of it is coming from spoiled rotten kids who placed unattainable expectations on the band. I feel sorry that they weren't able to focus on the positive aspects of living free in the moment.

When Phish scheduled their summer ending festival this past winter, they had no idea that 1. The worst rain in decades would flood out most of the camping and parking areas. And 2. Coventry would be their last shows... ever. Of course those unforseen elements created serious problems. Several things could have been done to improve the situation... communication be the most vital. Mike and the police gave many people in line ambiguous information, which led to a lot of people driving home who would have hiked in had they known that was possible. I feel bad for those folks. In the end, I'm shocked only a few dozen cars were towed, that only one person died, and that Phish held their emotions in check long enough for us to ctach one last glimpse, one last breath, one last moment of one of the most epic and most intimate expirences of my life.


On the road in the Northeast Kingdom.

The Final Tally... The Last Tour:

Miles Driven: 2713
States Visited: 10 (including NY)
Speeding Tickets: 1
Phish Concerts: 6
Gas + Tolls: $232.85
Grilled Cheese Sandwiches Eaten: 7
Random Hugs from Hippie Girls: 15
Times I Was Hit in the Head with a Glowstick: 6
Miles Hiked in Vermont: 4
Al Can't Hang Sightings: 1
Puppy Stories: 2
Lawn Boy Sightings: 1
Times Molly Cried: 2.5
Cell Phone Antennas Broken: 2
Avril LaVigne/Phish Jam References Overheard at the Urinals: 3
Naked Pregnant Women Taking a Dump in Front of Me: 1

Random Picture Gallery

Here's where I'll post the rest of the pics I took with a $5 disposable camera. Enjoy.



This is near where we camped. The grass was very squishy.


A trash pile on Shakedown Street.


Yes, I carried Molly through all that mud!


E.T.s for sale in Shakedown...


The local farmers had to pull cars out of the mud. Average towing rate: $35.


The Canadian Mounties on patrol.


Mmmmm... coookies!


I dunno what these guys were all about.


The sun sets on Phish one last time.

That's it for now. I am working on a site where I'll post more Coventry related stuff.

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Sunday, August 22, 2004
 
Banning Religious Freaks from My Sites

I spent the last hour cleaning up the comment sections on my 34 blogs. OK, I don't have 34 blogs, but I write for four different ones regularly. And they have been hit by comments from some Jesus freak -- which I treat just the same as spam for penis pills, toe-sucking porn, or better credit card rates. I have banned your IP addresses from my comments section.

A warning to future spammers... have you ever been kicked in the junk before? If you spam my site, I will track you down and insure that your genital areas will experience a considerable amount of uncomfortable pain. I have plenty of friends in low places... don't forget in addition to being a drug addict, I also used to work on Wall Street... I know plenty of low forms of life that have nothing else better to do than stalk idiots like yourselves and kick them in the junk... all because I told them I'd give them two cigarettes, $5, and a coupon to Popeye's for a free biscuit.

I want to say that if I offended you or any of my readers.... well, boo fuckin' hoo. You can worship who ever you want, but the second you post comments on my site directing me to hell or to your religious-themed website... you are no better than a two-bit spam artist and should be treated as such.

I know am going to hell, and I'm cool with that. So stop preaching to me and go save some drowning kittens.

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Part 3... Coming Soon

I apologize for the delay! The first draft is written and although I've had some time to write... I haven't had the proper "emotional head space" to finish up the last part of my Coventry weekend. As some of you understand, the Coventry exceprts have been some of the more difficult stories I ever had to write. Usually I allow a safe distance and time to pass before I write up serious emotional aspects of my life. I don't have that luxury here. But it will be posted within 24 hours!

The good news... I have been spending plenty of time relaxing, writing, and getting back plety of lost sleep. Stay tuned. Check out: Lone Star Molly for her write up of last weekend's events.

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Inside the Zarqawi Network

Editor's Note: I recently ended my two week hiatus from my poli-blog This Side of the Truth and posted this entry earlier this morning. Check it out!

Inside the Zarqawi Network is a recent article published in The Weekly Standard by terrorism expert Jon Schanzer. He discusses a how a recent memo sheds light on the top terrorist in Iraq, Abu Musab al Zarqawi. Schanzer makes several interesting points, including the fact that the majority of funding and the main source of fighters is Iran. And lasty, Schanzer sheds light on a small border town called Qaim, a place we should all familiarize with ourselves. Here's a bit:
At least 13 Iraqis were killed in fighting with U.S. soldiers in the Iraqi city of Falluja on July 30, part of the ongoing U.S. offensive against fighters loyal to Abu Musab al Zarqawi, the man Bush administration officials claim is the most dangerous terrorist in Iraq today. Critics, however, contend that the Jordanian-born Zarqawi is a Washington-made bogeyman who is not worth the $25 million bounty on his head. They doubt the strength of Zarqawi's Tawhid and Jihad (Unity and Holy War) group, citing intelligence officials who generally agree that no more than 1,000 foreign fighters are active in Iraq.

A memo acquired by the Washington Institute for Near East Policy from Iraqi intelligence sources, however, provides a first glimpse into the configuration of Zarqawi's Iraqi network, which may be more dangerous than previously imagined. The memo, "Structure of Tawhid and Jihad Islamic Group," details several days of recent interrogations of one of Zarqawi's captured lieutenants. Umar Baziyani, Zarqawi's number four, a member of the Tawhid legislative council, and the "emir" of Baghdad, was captured by U.S. forces in late May 2004. The account of his confessions details the hierarchal structure of Zarqawi's group, its ties to Syria and Iran, the number of fighters it commands in Iraq, the names of the regional emirs, its media strategy, and more.
Schanzer continues to say that despite the lost ties from Al Qaeda after the arrest of Hassan Ghul. Here's an extremely important factor that several media groups are ignorning:
Ghul, according to U.S. officials, was carrying a message from Zarqawi to Osama bin Laden. Ghul, who was reportedly a lieutenant of 9/11 planner Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, was considered to be the top al Qaeda operative captured in Iraq. Baziyani explains that after Ghul's arrest, Tawhid and Jihad was cut off from al Qaeda. Recent reports, citing U.S. intelligence agencies, indicate that Zarqawi may have been trying to reconnect with bin Laden "in the last few weeks."
But that hardly affected the core structure of the group. Schanzer continued to explain that there were nine regional leaders of the Falluja-based Tawhid and Jihad under Zarqawi. And if any of them are killed or captured, a new emir steps up to take leadership. Since these emirs are spread out all over Iraq, destroying this network looks like a difficult task... especially when many of our leaders and heads of news organizations refuse to ackowledge the seriousness of this threat to stability in Iraq and to the safety of our troops. Here's some more from Schanzer:
There are also regional emirs in the Kurdish north (Hussein Salim), the western Anbar province (Abdullah Abu Azzam), and the city of Mosul (Abu Tallah). In this way, Tawhid and Jihad can execute spectacular terrorist attacks throughout the country. These include the Baghdad-based bombing of the Jordanian embassy; suicide bombings against Shiites and an attack on Basra's oil infrastructure in the south; suicide bombings against Kurds in the north; attacks against police recruiting centers throughout the country; and the beheading of American Nick Berg in an unknown location.

In addition to its regional bases, Zarqawi's group has a specially designated media department. Baziyani claims that a man named Hassan Ibrahim heads this department, along with lieutenants Khadi Hassan and "Adil," who were responsible for taping and releasing the May 11 beheading of Berg.
Schanzer also discusses the importance of Qaim a small border town. Here's more:
Tawhid and Jihad maintains a strong military presence (150 fighters) in the town of al-Qaim, which is close to the Syrian border, just west of the Euphrates River. One Pentagon official believes that the number of fighters Baziyani put in al-Qaim is likely inflated, but says that the importance of the town cannot be overstated. Al-Qaim, to the bewilderment of U.S. officials, was where the Iraqi army put up some of its fiercest resistance during the 2003 Iraq war. A senior administration official calls Qaim "critical" and "the key to understanding how Syria is involved" in the insurgency.

With the help of Zarqawi, the town is said to be a depot for weapons, cash, and fighters supplied by Zarqawi's financiers--the bulk of whom are now believed by U.S. intelligence to be operating out of Syria.
The memo shared some good news, stating that plenty of their bases have been destoryed by the US military. Schanzer's closing paragraph sums up everything.
The information in the Baziyani interrogation memo needs to be further vetted by U.S. and Iraqi intelligence. Still, the memo provides an unprecedented look into the mind of one of Zarqawi's lieutenants. It also provides a view of the small but powerful network that may or may not be at the center of the Iraqi insurgency, but has established itself as its brutal, public face.
For more related information, visit Schanzer's Garage.

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Saturday, August 21, 2004
 
Hilton Sisters Challenge 5

Why not, eh? While I'm out of town, how about another Hilton Sisters Challenge!?!


They like to ride pocket rockets!

Your mission: During the Monty Memorial Poker Bloggers Tourney on Pacific Poker (on Sunday night)... you must crack AA with QQ.

Prizes: The winner gets wither a cool Phish t-shirt designed by my buddy Bruce, or a Pauly painting. Your choice.

Best of luck! I will not be playing but my brother will try to take everyone down!

Past Winners:
Hilton Sisters Challenge 1: Chris Halverson and Bad Blood
Hilton Sisters Challenge 2: No one
Hilton Sisters Challenge 3: My brother from Poker in the Weeds
Hilton Sisters Challenge 4: Jordan from Hurty Gurty

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Friday, August 20, 2004
 
For the Record...


Paris under the Tao... I love it!

I'd like to squash a few rumors out there.

1. I did not break into the Hilton Sisters' LA apartment.
2. I did not steal Paris' pooch.
3. I did not marry Nicky Hilton in a drunken mess in Las Vegas.

However...

1. I'd love to break into Paris' underwear draw so I can give out a few of her G-strings to entice new players to sign up to Party Poker with my bonus code: TAO4.
2. I'd love to accidently microwave Tinkerbell with a bowl of chili fries.
3. I'd marry Nicky in a second because that means I'll never have to fly COACH ever again.

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Thursday, August 19, 2004
 
Coventry: A Vermont Pharewell... Part II
"The phinest in the nation..."
Sunday Morning

Normally as an insomniac, I wake up several times in the middle of the night, usually never falling back to sleep. I passed out hard after the first show due to the serious sleep depravation I suffered from the entire week of being on the road seeing four shows spread out along the Eastern corridor. My first memory of Sunday morning were the wailing screams from a drunk guy. I wiped away the eye boogers and unzipped the door to my tent. It was 8:30am and I was greeted by a shirtless dude wandering around our camping area with a cocktail in his hand.

"Happy Sundaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay morning! It's go time! High temperatures 76, low of 72. Happy Sundaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay morning!!!! Time to get up. You're all on vacation. You're all in Vermont. Happy Sundaaaaaaaaaaay morning!!!!! It's go time!"

He repeated the same phrases for twenty minutes straight. He woke up everyone in our acre of wet grass and mud. Despite her ear plugs, Molly could still hear him. As soon as he calmed down, I heard the girl in the tent next to us utter, "I am never doing mushrooms again."

Everyone in their tents started a domino effect of uncontrollable laughing and giggling. The poor girl next to us from Kansas was still tripping when she woke up. Yeah, Dorothy, we've all been there. Dr. Pauly's advice.... smoke through it. And don't forget... no matter what you might think, you cannot fly.

"Happy Sundaaaaaaaaaaaaay morning. High temperatures 76!"

I stumbled out of our humid tent and began my ritualistic wake and bake session, my first ever in Vermont. That's when I saw the naked pregnant woman squatting down in the woods behind our tent. She was taking a shit. A nasty one too. I heard a several uncomfortable grunts and moans. Only at a Phish festival could you shrug off that scene. Sure it might have been the first strange thing I saw that day, but I was guaranteed that by Midnight, the naked pregnant chick taking a shit behind my tent would be the 136th weird-ass-happening that I'd experience. Now if she gave birth right there... then that would have been definitely blogworthy.

What does one say to a naked pregnant woman taking a shit in front of you while you're getting high?

"Ummm, er.... how about those Red Sox, huh? Want a hit?"

No, she probably didn't like baseball. Plus the Sox suck. That would have been bad. I wandered over to the Common Ground Cafe and I picked up two egg and cheese sandwiches on a wheat roll and two waters for me and Molly. I chatted with a few Canadian Mounties to get the weather report. There were plenty of people still up from the night before as they stumbled back to their tents. We ate a little bit and Molly called her stepfather to get the skinny on the weather via the Internet to verify the information the Mounties gave me. Technology vs. odd Canadians in red shirts on horses. Which do you trust when you're stoned out of your tits and see dark clouds rolling over the hills from the West?

We were going to be lucky because a band of rain was going to barely miss Vermont and hit Cape Cod and parts of Maine and New Hampshire instead. Very cool, I figured, since I had half expected to leave early if the weather got unbearable.


Even Homer Simpson made the show!

Molly fell back asleep and I tried to get in touch with everyone at the festival. I originally scheduled to have a meet and greet brunch at Noon, to allow all the various readers of my blogs and all my different circles of friends (from almost 15 years of my Phishtory) mingle and hang out together... and have a Six Degrees of Pauly group photo!! It was going to be a huge affair! I planned on using the same caterer as Paris Hilton and bring champagne and strawberries and kind nugs. Alas, I forgot the champagne on the ride up... but... I would have left it behind anyway, and not carried it on the hike in.

I checked my messages. Alea sent me a text: Trey super wasted set 3 :( Harry Hood :) have phun 2nite! I started to wonder who got in and who got shut out. Lori and the Joker called on their way inside. I knew they were at Coventry (although I hadn't seen them yet). I had not heard from Daddy, a fellow poker blogger, my friend Sarah from Seattle, nor the japhans Emi and Junko. I was very concerned with Emi and Junko. They flew in from Japan and I dreaded thinking that they possibly got shut out. Zobo had not heard from her either and was hoping I would run into her. That's why I wear the red blazer at shows. I'm easy to pick out of a crowd filled with freaks. My goal was to wander around enough that someone would notice me. If I was meant to bump into people... I would.

I made a mistake on our original meeting place for the Sunday brunch. I realized that the event lacked a central message board that other festivals had. Maybe I flat out missed it, but I could not locate one. I attempted to text message everyone that the meeting place changed to the General Store at Noon. I wandered inside and saw Lori and her friend Sean standing in line. She clutched a few Gatorades and looked exhausted. We hung outside for a few minutes sharing our tales about our walks into Coventry and the insanity of our respective camping areas. She had four people crammed into a four person tent! I had me and tiny Molly in a four person tent. And I forgot about the pile of shit that the naked pregnant chick left behind on my back porch. Lori recanted all the rumors she heard. Trey's a crackhead. Just kidding. You knew that one already. Mike's an alien. Did you know that?


Real celebs were there too. Thanks to Marnie Mitchell for the photo.

OK, here's what Lori really told me... that the security at the gate ran out of wrist bands, so pretty much anyone could walk in at that point. Also, that tickets were available at Will Call for $100 as of Saturday afternoon. I guessed that excess re-release could have been due to the folks who never got in and picked up their tickets. But the real rumor... the infamous fourth set rumor... modeled after the late night Tower Jam the year before at IT... was that Phish was going to play on the little platform/theatre that was in the middle of the Common Area. It was wired for sound and during the day, weird characters in costumes were putting on plays and other random events. Could it happen? Perhaps. But it was fun just thinking of the possibility. I said good bye to Lori and made my way back to the campsite. She was the only one who showed up for my brunch. Even sleepy Molly was too tired to make it!

After Molly got up we wandered around the runway for a bit, hoping to bump into people I knew. I bought a cheeseburger from one guy and we found some shade to settle into for a bit. I busted out my sign: Ask me any question? $1. I love the reaction from people. Some folks are humorless. Other's get it right away and chuckle. Some play along and give me a $1 and ask me a question. And yet others are annoying as hell, trying to figure out "the catch" and grilling me about all the specifics. Folks, I'm fucked up trying to score a few extra free waters! It's not a mortgage application. Drop the cheapskate act for three seconds and just have a fun time!

I got one guy to ask me: "How many tractors will it take to pull all the cars out of the mud?" My answer: 137. Score! I went over to the water guy and bought a free water. As we wandered around, I'd hold up my small sign. One kid from Northern California offered me a few drops of liquid THC for his question... "Do you want some liquid THC?" Now that kid totally got it!


The infamous upside down trees.

Sunday Afternoon

Shakedown was packed with people. I took a few random photos and was kinda irked that I didn't have my video camera to capture the entire scene. Within two minutes a hundred people streamed by us. Half of the folks were barefoot, their shins caked in mud. The rest of the lot used plastic bags and tied them around their ankles. Still others had full blown fishing gear and wading pants to brave the mud pits sporadically located throughout all of Coventry. Everyone had the drug, molly, to sell. I'd poke Molly in the ribs when kids would wander past and whisper "Molly," to us.

"How did they know your name?" I'd tease. It made me recall Haley's first and only Phish show in Albany last November. She had never quite experienced the parking lot scene at a Phish concert and had no idea the amount of shady stuff going down. When she heard hundreds of calls for "molly" she curiously turned to me and asked, "Does everyone know your friend Molly?"

"More or less," I muttered.

Flashback over. I saw plenty of freaks, like the kid wearing the skirt and holding the giant Chiquita banana, that the Joker and I saw in Brooklyn. And the fucked up gaggle of five sorority girls from Michigan, those Dave Matthews Band chicks, who were inhaling Jell-O shots like Britney Spears feasting on a huge cut of tube steak. Then there was the wookie who was passed out in the middle of the airport runway. One girl wearing angel wings was kind enough to leave him a bottle of water. Yeah, plenty of characters and that was all seen in a quick blink of 120 seconds.

A couple of Mounties were trying to hold up the sea of people wandering past a garbage truck that needed to make a necessary pickup of an overflowed dumpster. She was a heavyset woman, and I felt sorry for the horse that had to bear her head-shaking weight. She kept blowing her whistle, attempting to hold back the crowd.

"Get back!" she yelled. "Get back. Don't you kids understand what that means?"

Of course, in my smug, snarky, wise-ass NYC mind all I could come up with was, "No. We don't speak Canadian, eh?" And I blurted that out which got a few laughs from the held up crowd.

I ended up scoring a few Superman rolls from a couple of guys from Ohio. I was set for my last show. I was on a mission. I wanted to get snookered... and make an Al Can't Hang Happy Hour binge look like a choir girl from the Bible Belt enjoying some milk and cookies. Too bad the streets of NYC weren't like Shakedown Street at Phish shows. I'd love to stroll down Park Avenue in front of a few haughty taught yuppies and score a fat bag a shrooms from a crusty with three puppies. Speaking of puppies, the entire afternoon I'd wander through the dense crowd, holding Molly's hand, weaving in and out of all the wasted, semi-wasted, and obliterated kids, whispering, "Kind nugs for your puppy!" I'd walk up to people who had their dogs following them with hemp leashes and tried to barter a trade for their pets. No luck. I wasn't serious of course. Just being silly.

"Kind nugs for your puppy!"

Again, I got some bizarre stares from folks. A lot of them just chuckled under their breath. People will sell anything. And worse, some people will buy anything. I watched some guy hand-blow glass pipes in front of a small crowd. We wandered around some more, past a couple of adorable Phishy chicks selling disposable cameras for $10. Why didn't I think about that idea? I was bumming. I was supposed to bring in a book bag filled with t-shirts designed by my buddy Bruce. He sold eight in the Camden parking lot alone... they were kick ass designs, and I would have spent the better part of my Sunday afternoon taking pictures, getting video footage, and selling Bruce's t-shirts with Molly.

I devoured another BBQ chicken breast sandwich from the Common Ground cafe (the safe choice!) and Molly ate a hot dog. I actually ate two meals on Sunday! We went back to the tent to get ready for the show. I didn't want to take any chances. We packed up all of our gear and wrapped them in the large recycling bags that the Phish Green Crew passed out when we entered the campgrounds. If it started raining during the show, we could sprint back, grab our gear and hike back to the car. I was prepared to ditch my tarp and tent if there was a heavy down pour. At that point I must say we were lucky. No one had gone through our site when we were gone. At Big Cypress, the folks we camped with had gotten some things taken. Coventry was theft free.


Freaky sculptures at the back of the concert area.

The Last Show

We wandered into the concert area much earlier than Saturday. This time we were prepared. We took our rain gear and warm jackets. And most importantly, a plastic bag to sit on. No mud for us! I took my only disposable camera into the show. We found a decent spot, Mike's side... because I felt that Mike had been the MVP of the week... and he was playing the best out of the four. I sweated Page for the entire Vegas run.
Set 1: Mike's Song > Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove, Anything But Me, Reba, Carini > Chalkdust Torture > Possum, Wolfman's Brother > The Sexy Bump Jam > Wolfman's Brother > Taste
The boys started a little earlier than the day before. Mike's Song was not anything special. The crowd was more into the first set than Saturday, but the boys were a little off on the first few songs. Sure, Mike was solid... and he had been kicking ass all week. He was completely in the moment and hit a few highlights in Weekapaug. Trey walked over to Page after Weekapaug and then admitted to the crowd that he had never been nervous at a Phish show before. Uh oh. I guess that explained the subpar M > H >W. Then they started into a slow Round Room tune that gets plenty of groans from the crowd. Anything But Me was one of those songs that Zobo thinks it sounds like his three year-old nephew singing/whining. It was a perfect, Pauly's going to smoke a bowl song. But the lyrics were touching.
"I am just another shooting star
High above that you might see.
Until I have your full attention,
I'll be anything but me."
Maybe Trey's alluding to the fact that the crowds have been out of their tits wasted since 1998 and too fucked up to notice their sloppiness. It was too early to read into their song selection.


We have the same bald spot!

Reba got me going. Molly loves Reba. What Phishy chick doesn't? It wasn't as tight as the SPAC show opener, but I was pumped to hear it one last time. Somewhere just before Carini... the roll I took kicked in. I really enjoy Carini... one of my favorite songs where Trey goes off. I love jamming hard to Carini. I noticed a group next to us that were getting down as well. I kept giving one girl a thumbs up sign to share my approval of the tune.

Trey played his favorite song next... Chalkdust Torture, a song I can say I have seen almost 60 times... perhaps more? It gets stale after a while... but how would Trey handle his last performance of his favorite song.... ever? He struggled but had a few pretty smoking rifts. The older I get, the more the line... "Can't I live while I'm young?" ...has relevance.

And then they busted into Possum. For some reason my mind set had been focusing on the lyrics for each of the songs... for some hidden messages and meanings into the significance of their last time onstage. The last line of Possum is fitting.
"Your end is the road."
Wolfman's Brother is probably my favorite most popular Phish song or heavy hitter. I fuckin' love the chances they take when they go off the deep end into a funky improvisational jam. I've seen some epic versions... the one I caught in Nagoya with Senor still holds up as one of the best individual performances (of any song) of all time. Trey was a little goofy and giving everyone the historical background of Wolfman's during the song.
"And the telephone was ringing,
that's when I handed it to Liz."
He told us that was his friend Liz Durkin, and he actually handed a phone to her after it rang. And Trey also admitted the big secret all these years, "Everyone knows that the walrus was Paul. When I was 18, Fishman was the Wolfman's Brother."

That was cool to know. Then Trey brought out his mother and Mike's Mom for a a version of the Sexy Bump... before they tagged teamed their tour manager John Paluska.


Trey and his Mom do the Sexy Bump!

The boys ended the first set with Taste and they finally all played together. It's a song where Page can go off on. And he did! At setbreak, I jotted down a few notes, but I was starting to get too jittery, so I stopped writing. I saw Lawn Boy and Molly took a picture of us.
Set 2:Down With Disease > Velvet Sea, Glide, [band speech], Split Open and Melt > Blowing Off Steam Jam > Ghost
What can I say? The sun went down and the boys started to get a little crazy. It was fitting that Down with Disease opened the second set.
"Waiting for a time when I can finally say,
'That this has all be wonderful, but now I'm on my way!'
Then I think it's time to leave it all behind,
I try to find a way to,
But there's nothing I can say to make it stop."
It was a kick ass version. Out of nowhere thousands of glowsticks rained up out of the crowd. It was probably one of the biggest glow stick wars I had ever witnessed. They were everywhere! Trey even picked one up and played slide guitar with one. The jam about twelve minutes in was some of the better jamming they did all weekend.

Check out the evidence yourself. Here's a great video of the glow stick war during DWD.

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks...

After a sick DWD, the boys segued into Wading in the Velvet Sea. It's a tune that gets a mixed reaction from the crowd. I get upset when they cheesed it out as an encore. But this version was special.

Page started crying. He couldn't even get out a full line of lyrics. He tried it twice. And just couldn't do it and pushed his microphone away. Wow. When Page lost it the first time, the crowd cheered to try to rally him along. But when he lost it a second time, I got a wave of goose bumps. He was overwhelmed with emotion. Then so was the rest of the band. Even Mike, who has the best poker face of all four was visibly flustered. They never did this before. I looked over at Molly. She was holding back tears. For a second they almost stopped... but they gutted it through. Which was important for me, who also lost it for the first time.
I took a moment from my day
Wrapped it up in things you say
Mailed it off to your address
You'll get it pretty soon unless

The packaging begins to break
And all the points I tried to make
Are tossed with thoughts into a bin
Time leaks out my life leaks in

You won't find moments in a box
And someone else will set your clocks
I took a moment from my day
Wrapped it up in things you say
And mailed it off to you
I can't get into Page's mind. I dunno what flashback triggered the tidal wave of sadness. Last time he'll sing it? Was it for a special girl? That song is special for me because it reminds me of the first woman I was truly in love with and I saw plenty of shows with her in the late 1990s. I thought that I successfully built up a solid fortress of denial about the feelings I still had for her up until that watershed moment. The fortress of denial of my honest feelings quickly shattered and abruptly tumbled down when Page stared crying. Phish just wasn't about music and getting wasted. It was deeply rooted in many of our lives... so far deep that it entrenched itself far inside the walls of your heart. Although I looked calm, I was barely keeping it together. The band ended Velvet Sea and then started an ugly version of Glide. They were still visibly and musically affected with emotion. Trey was sloppy, and this time he wasn't drunk or high... he was fucked up on sincere emotion. He spoke for a few moments after Glide. How he and the boys are going through plenty of "emotional ups and downs.... emotion and confusion."

And then every band member had a little something to say.

"Thank you from all four of us," Page said.

Mike offered up, "This has been a real wild ride. For many, many, many years, I'm the luckiest person in the world to get to play with these guys and for all of you."

And Fishman started off with, "Awwwww. For all of you people who walked in here... that's the greatest compliment that we could every have. Thank you so much. That's unbelievable."

I would have walked from NYC to Vermont to see these guys.

And then Trey said some sentimental things about his friendship with the band and lost it a few times. When he uttered, "We need to blow off some fuckin' steam!", they ripped into Split Open and Melt At that point, I made the decision that it was time to get really fucked up and I popped the second Superman roll. I was pretty plastered at that point... but since there was a set and a half left... it was time to go further. Trey stumbled through the lyrics, but the sharpened up their playing... and knocked off a thirty minute version... with plenty of peaks and valleys in their jamming. They eventually segued a half hour later into Ghost, which I was dying to hear. Man, Mike started off kicking my ass with some vicious licks. The second roll kicked in right away and I was flooded.

Trey had a tough time with the lyrics on Ghost and Fishman picked up the slack right away and sang lead the entire song. Trey could barely mumble the words. He must had peed his pants with emotion. Mike and Fish kept it up and pushed the jam along. They got their shit together for a distrubing ambient/distortion jam that stretched several minutes with Trey screaming unaudible words. They ended the most emotional set of Phish I ever experienced. I wish I had a bar to stumbled into to forget all the intensified memories sticking to my insides.

Coming Soon... Part III... the review of set three, after show and after thoughts!

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Wednesday, August 18, 2004
 
Coventry: A Vermont Pharewell... Part I
"Nothing I see can be taken from me."
I picked up Molly at the airport and we grabbed a quick dinner before heading to the grocery store to load up on food, beer, ice and other items. I figured that we'd be stuck in traffic for up to a day and wanted to have enough to snack on just in case we were stranded. For Big Cypress, I was in line for ten hours. Last year at IT, I was stuck in traffic with Alea and her cousin for over 14 hours. With a full car, three small coolers, and Mr. Dickhead... we departed NYC at 10:00pm and arrived near the North East Kingdom around 3:30 am. We hit traffic about 26 miles south of the venue. Somewhere up at the front of the line was the Joker, who had moved just one mile in over a day and a half. I tuned into The Bunny, the local radio station that Phish rented out and broadcasted inside Coventry. The DJs gave steady traffic updates and played some freaky ass music, in addition to some killer Phish soundchecks from Big Cypress and IT.


The line to get in.

After a full day of traveling from West Texas via Phoenix, Molly was exhausted and passed out. At 4:45am I fell asleep and a few cars jumped me in line. By that point every fifteen minutes each car moved up 20 or 30 feet. I woke up to the guy behind me honking his horn. I had no idea how long I was out, probably less than a few minutes, but I lost a few crucial spaces in line. There was a lovely sunrise at 5:03am and despite all the bad weather Vermont had been brutalized with, the day started majestically. I sat on the hood of my rental car and silently watched the orange-red sun peak over the green mountains while listening to a Grateful Dead bootleg and chomping on Drake's coffee cakes and sipping some semi-chilled OJ.

At 9:30am we got the sad news from The Bunny. The DJ said that he was going to play a message from Mike Gordon, who explained to everyone that they were going to be turned away because they had no available space to put the remainder of the cars. He apologized and said that they had no other choice. They were forced by the Vermont state police to turn away fans. Here's part of the email that Phish sent out to people who had not left for Coventry yet...
As a direct result of the severe weather conditions and serious flooding encountered over the past few days, the Vermont State Police and concert organizers, in the interest of public safety, have been forced to limit entry in to the COVENTRY festival this weekend. After exploring all possible options, Police and organizers have concluded that there is no conceivable way to park the remaining vehicles on or in the near vicinity of the concert site, due to the conditions of the grounds as a direct result of the persistent and torrential rains over the past several days.

Effective immediately, all vehicles bound for the concert site not already off Interstate 91 will be turned around and denied entrance to the festival. In addition, roadblocks at additional points of entry have been set up and State Police will be ensuring that people can turn around in a safe and efficient manner.
I turned around and drove South on I-91, headed back to NYC. As I pulled the car around, Molly burst into tears. She came so far and got so close and was devastated. It really felt like getting kicked in the balls when I heard the announcement. I was trying to focus on the moment and safely get us back to NYC after not sleeping for over a day. But the tears from Molly's eyes really got to me. I didn't know what to do. My cell phone had been getting spotty coverage at best up and over the hills and mountains. At that time, I was getting no coverage, which was frustrating. I still had no idea whether or not the entire festival was canceled... or they were just going to play for the fans who got inside. Puzzled for sure, we headed back down through Vermont in silence. About 165 miles south of Coventry, I got my first call on my cell in hours. It was the Joker and he was walking into the campgrounds. He headed north and parked in a town called Newport, then hitched a ride half way and hiked the rest of the way in. The guy was determined to get to the show! And he told me to turn around and come back... that I should get as close as possible and hike because they will accept walk-ins... just no more cars. I told Molly and we stopped at the first exit we saw. I gassed up, bought a map, and made the decision to drive back to the venue! Many thanks to the Joker for being my source of information and inspiration to get to the show!!


Many phans ditched their cars and hiked in.

With all the state troopers handling the Coventry mess, there were none on the highways. I was going as fast as 90 mph to get back the lost time. Lori from Kentucky called. We kept getting disconnected, but she told me that she and her friends pulled over on the side of the road and were hiking in from I-91. She grabbed cash, vodka, and a tent... and headed to the show. She told me that hundreds of other people were doing the same. I got more pumped and told Molly, who grew more excited with every mile we got closer to Coventry. We got as far as three exits south of Coventry when we reached a roadblock. The state trooper asked me where I was headed. I told him Newport and he gave me directions... the same route I picked out on the map. It was a round about way and took almost two hours to loop around east then north and eventually back west into Newport, which was five miles away from Coventry. I drove down Main Street and out of the corner of my eye I saw a young girl, maybe ten years-old with a sign on pink poster board: Phish Parking, Free Rides. I rolled up to a semi-empty parking lot next to a Shattuck's, a local car dealership.

"How much does it cost to park?"

"$25 per person."

"Do I pay you?"

She pointed at a heavy set man off to the side loading up a mini van. "You pay my Dad."

I pulled in and walked over to the guy and handed him a $50 bill. He had his wife and three kids working the lot, trying to flag down Phisheads on Main Street.

"Ok, here's the deal. You can park here as late as Tuesday morning. I'll get you a ride as far as we can take you and you have to hike in the rest of the way. You're on your own for a ride back, but there's gonna be a shuttle that you can take. Or hitch a ride back. Plenty of folks will be looking to give rides on Monday morning. Tell them to take you to East Main Street."

We loaded our gear into the back of a van and was ready to roll when I realized that I left the tickets in the glove compartment! I sprinted out of the van and snagged our two tickets. Whew. That was close. Six of us in all squeezed into the van and we got a ride about 3 miles from the venue. We were let out at a road block. We each took a deep breath and started our hike down Airport Road.

As I began the hike all I could think was, "Never give up. Keep moving forward."

The locals saved the day for over 10,000 Phisheads, maybe even up to 20,000 fans. I must say that the citizens of Northern Vermont did everything they could to chip in and help out in a pinch. They were the X factor that allowed Phish, the fans, and the concert organizers to fight back against Mother Nature. Sure, the Vermont police wouldn't let you drive in, but thanks to the good-hearted people of the surrounding towns... everyone that tried to walk in was able to... and instead of 15 and 20 mile hikes in, they were able to cut down some of the walking to less than a few miles.

Within hours of the announcement, plenty of make-shift parking lots sprung up everywhere in the towns encircling 25 miles around Coventry. Anyone with a large sized vehicle started a shuttle service up to the roadblocks. Anyone with a large property created park-and-rides. Some folks were cool enough to let you park on their property for free or even camp out and set up tents on their front lawns. They fed Phisheads from all over the country and let them shower and take naps in their homes. And these folks did it out of sheer generosity. This speaks volumes about the people in Northern Vermont. I cannot stress how important, and surprising their willingness to help out Phisheads who drove as far as Seattle and Southern California to say goodbye to their favorite band. Sure some of them were in it for a quick buck... and that was the easiest money a lot of these locals saw in a very long time. But you could tell that they genuinely wanted to help out. Kindness from strangers. Kids drove thousands of miles, others spent hundreds of dollars on tickets, fans flew as far away as Japan to see the boys in their home state. The locals knew all that and were also moved by our passion for music and all things Phish. Without the locals of Northern Vermont... Coventry would have been even a huger disaster.

Airport Road is a two lane road. One lane was the out lane reserved for emergency vehicles. All the cars that were off the interstate were eligible to get inside. As I walked past a few cars I'd ask how long they were waiting. Everyone said at least twenty hours. One guy from North Carolina was waiting for 41 hours!! I didn't feel too bad about my situation. I was only in the area for about twelve hours and I caught one of the better shows post hiatus in Camden, NJ two nights before.

Before we hiked in, Molly and I discussed the serious downside about traveling inside with just a sleeping bag and tents. The weather was still a factor. A heavy downpour was predicted for Sunday afternoon. We accepted the possibility that we'd leave when it started raining... even if that meant missing the Sunday show. We'd also have to spend more money on food and especially water and beer. We'd only have a few items of clothing and one change of footwear. If it started to rain heavily, we didn't have the car to protect us. Without the car... no music to listen to or a charger to power up our cell phones. That was crucial and would make it more challenging to make the proper calls to people inside the show and those at their homes who didn't make it. Our dependence upon technology would have to be severed for the next two days. Molly was willing to take those risks, so we headed on in. We made back up plans for specific meeting places if we got lost or if our cell phones ran out of juice.

The hardest thing for me was the lack of necessary equipment I packed to make the trip even more fun that imagined. Out of a page from the Joker's book, I took plenty of props with me... including Mr. Dickhead. I took a camera with several rolls of black and white film looking to shoot footage of Mr. Dickhead intereacting with thousands of fucked up heads. I intended to bring along my brother's videocamera so I could document the entire weekend. I brought plenty of writing instruments, a few journals, that I never got to bring inside. Alas, I just took a pen and a disposable camera on my hike inside. I had to leave Mr. Dickhead behind as well. I'd have to rely on my memory to reconstruct the events in the future. Writing this, I understand how much that aspect of my trip suffered... the historical project of my last Phish shows. I really wanted to create a documentary film about Coventry and sadly, that dream was crushed, when I realized that I had to hike in and leave all video equipment in the car, for fear of theft and being destroyed by rain.

We Made It!!!!

At 4:10pm, We showed our tickets at the front gate, got our wristbands and map of the campgrounds and followed the crowd inside. On our walk down Airport Road, I noticed that several of the adjacent fields were under several feet of water. There was mud everywhere inside the campgrounds. I started to see people wearing huge goulashes. After walking inside for a few minutes searching for a camp site, I saw first hand how horrible some of the conditions were. They were right, they had no place to put cars. People were parked and camped in mud!!

Molly picked a spot near a random grove of trees in between two fields. That ended up being a good spot because the trees provided us a point of reference, which during my later stages of inebriation, allowed me to navigate my way from Shakedown to our camp site. Within a half hour we had a tarp on the ground and the tent was up and ready. Thank goodness that Molly is very skilled in camping and the such. Her dad took her camping outdoors a lot as a kid so she was able to adapt to the situation very easily. At this point, I must say that she was extremely cooperative. Most guys I know would have wilted away hours before. She pulled her own weight and didn't complain once about the long hike in. That was refreshing to be with someone who understood the magnitude of what was going on... that we were in a difficult situation and whining about what's going on would only make things worse. I calmly explained to her on our drive to Newport that we'd have to push ourselves and focus on the tasks in front of us in order to succeed, reach our intended destination, and have a kick ass party with Phish. One guy was joking around with his wife on the hike in... "This is the real Survivor. The winners get to see Phish."

He was right. I knew that if we endured these unpredictable hardships, that we would be rewarded for our troubles. It was 100% worth it and I'd do it again.

With our tent set up we followed the flow of people towards the concert stage. We stopped at a food vendor called The Common Ground Cafe and got some quick eats.

Coventry: Pieces of Pauly #1... So what did I eat on Saturday? At 6:03am, while still waiting in line, Molly made me a PB&J sandwich. It was tasty and I gave Molly some shit because she only spread peanut butter on one piece of bread. Both peices, Molly, both peices of bread and jelly in the middle... that's how it's done. I also ate a coffee cake and drank orange juice. Before the show I ate a BBQ chicken sandwich with melt Monterey Jack cheese and nacho chips. Molly ate some pizza.

We walked down the actual airport runway, which was cluttered with large vehicles like SUVs and RVs and other campers. They couldn't park in the mud so the runway was jam packed. It was a Shakedown type scene with plenty of vendors and kids standing around trying to sling drugs in the wide open. Normally, as you walk by, people whisper the drug they are selling. At Coventry, they help up their drugs in plain view. I saw hundreds of heads holding up magic mushrooms for sale. The same with marijuana. I'd stop to sniff a few different strains. We eventually reached the middle of the runway. We had to cross a huge field the size of a baseball stadium. It was circular with plenty of vendors on the outskirts and a huge tent in the middle (another cafe). On the other side was a path to a road that led you into the concert area. At this point, there was a traffic jam of people. The entire field was covered in knee deep mud and over 20,000 people were walking two-by-two on each side on wood planks and other pallets in front of the food and vending stands. It was going to take forever to get inside and people were falling left and right. The only alternative was to gut it out and walk through the mud. The time was well past 5:30pm and I figured that Phish was less than a half hour away from starting their first set. It was inevitable that you were going to get dirty. Really dirty. I told Molly that she was going to have to suck it up and walk through the mud to reach the concert. But she wouldn't move. She was paralyzed with fear.


Yeah, the mud sucked.

"I can't do it. These are my only sneakers and jeans that I took," she explained. I took a deep breath.

"We got so far! Suck it up, man. Can't you do it a little more?"

She shook her head. There was only one thing to do.

"Do you want me to carry you?"

She nodded and I bent over. She climbed on and I realized that she was much lighter than the backpack I took into the campgrounds. I took a few steps into the deep mud and I knew I was in trouble. I had very little control of where I was going. We were doomed. Then I heard words of encouragement from the crowd. You have to imagine a traffic jam of people walking two-by-two on either sides of a huge circle of mud. A few folks braved the mud and trounced through. Others were prepared with goulashes and other rain gear and easily navigated their way through the mud pit avoiding a half hour wait in line. And there I was... wearing my customary red blazer, with Molly on my back, and I was greeted with a light shower of applause from the crowd, which inspired me to keep moving.

"What a guy!" I heard one Phishy chick yell out.

"I wish my boyfriend carried me!" another blurted out.

I even got a few "ooohs" and "ahhhhs" from the crowd when I almost fell and dropped Molly, but luckily corrected my footing in time to save her from a serious mud bath, and me from the embarrassment of dropping my load of Molly into a lake of mud.


I carried Molly through this.

We finally reached an area of wood chips and I let Molly down. I was covered in mud halfway up my shins, but we made it to the concert area, which was a natural ampitheatre, with the stage at the bottom of a huge field and big rocks and boulders separarting the stage from the audience. A Ferris Wheel was in the back of the concert area with more food vendors and other odd sculptures like a steel moose and upside down trees.

We found our way halfway into the venue and settled in right smack in the middle of the show. I hugged Molly. We finally made it! I was ready for Phish. I celebrated with a victory bowl and then the boys walked onstage.


I was somewhere in the middle of this!!
Phish, 8.14.04 Coventry, VT

Set 1: Walls of the Cave > Runaway Jim > Gotta Jibboo, You Enjoy Myself* > Sample in a Jar, Axilla, Poor Heart, Antelope**, Fire

Set 2: AC/DC Bag > 46 Days > Halley's Comet > Ya Mar***, [Trey speech about Bowie], David Bowie, Character Zero

Set 3: Twist > The Wedge, Stash > Free, [band waves; Trey speech], Guyute, Drowned > Coventry Jam > Friday

Encore: Harry Hood****

Notes:
*Trey gives away the trampolines to the crowd.
**Guest appearance by Tom Marshall.
***Bass solo with interactive clapping.
****Trey and Mike move closer to the audience and play on the rocks in front of the stage.
The first sets of outdoor festivals are always mediocre. I prefer to see Phish at night with the lights down. They jam harder when the sun goes down. My expectations were low. I was happy to be there but I sensed that the crowd was not very into it... most likely for several reasons. 1/3 of the people had been camped there since Thursday and were fucked up for partying for several days straight. The other 1/3 were waiting in line for up to a forty hours and had no sleep. And the last 1/3 hiked into the venue. Everyone was tired for an average set and saving their energy for later in the show. I decided to live in the moment, because of the bad weather forecast, I figured that might have been my last Phish show, so I got completely fucked up out of my tits. I had been sober all week at the other shows, having to drive from city to city, so I really was waiting for the perfect moment to let loose. I was ready to push myself further than I had ever been. I wanted to sprint way past the last edge of sobriety that I lept off of.
"Set the gearshift for the high gear of your soul. You've got to run like an antelope... out of control!"

A view from the stage.

Gotta Jibboo was the highlight of the first set. The roll I took kicked in and the boys shrugged off the initial nerves and found a funky-space driven jam to build up. I started staring at the crowd and looked back up the huge hill. Tons of balloons were floating up and down. During the last ever You Enjoy Myself Trey handed the trampolines to the crowd. They weren't going to need them anymore. And that was the first time it really hit me. These guys are done for good. Axilla was a rager! And the crowd woke up at that point. Antelope was smoking and Trey brought Tom Marshall to utter the first lyrics he ever penned for Phish... Marco Esquondoles! That was pretty cool. At the end of Antelope, Trey spoke to the crowd before they played one last tune to end the set. "Thank you so much. We got so much more music. And it feels very good to kinda have this thing up and rolling finally. And to send our deepest love to those of you who put up with all the traffic and walked in. We love you so much."

Yeah. He was talking to us!

The second set opened with a fat AC/DC Bag which had a nice jam about ten minutes in. They segued into 46 Days which was short and sweet before they sgued into Halley's Comet. Of course, Haley got a call anfd I realized that the played Halley's post-hiatus more frquently than they did in the last two years leading up to their first break. At the end of Halley's, I thought they were going to hit up a Makisupa Policeman next, but they faked me out and broke into a different reggae tune, Ya Mar. Trey faked everyone out... instead of saying, "Play it Leo!"... he yelled, "Play it Cactus!" and Mike went off into a funky bass solo. (Editor's Note: If you don't know, Trey's nicknames for Page and Mike are Leo and Cactus.)

After Ya Mar, Trey addressed the crowd again. He welcomed everyone to the show, then told everyone a story about how he lived in Northern Vermont (a.k.a. the Northeast Kingdom) with his dog, Marley, one summer when he was 20 years old living in a cabin. That's where he composed some music and took long walks in the woods and figured out the direction that Phish ended up taking. He talked about the wide openness of music and how he composed a few new tunes then drove down to Burlington to the house where Page, Mike, and Fish lived (next to the Hood milk plant) and shared what he penned. He was going to play one of those songs (David Bowie) and another one on Sunday, but didn't say which one. He spoke about the concept behind the creation of David Bowie... "I was wondering ow far can you push it in the harmonic and rhythmic language and still have people dancing... the idea that people are dancing right through (his compositions). It was written right near this very spot, so it feels like it's very full circle that years later that it was just a theory and we didn't have any fans or anything and now were back. And now you have to dance to David Bowie."

And then they ripped into David Bowie. I called Modeski and shared David Bowie with him for one last time. A smoking Character Zero closed the set and I was pretty shit faced. The second set was probably one of the shortest, but also the strongest at Coventry and is the one you want to add to your collection.

The ground was muddy and we didn't bring anything inside to sit on. I asked the guy next to us if he minded if we crashed on his tarp space. Brandon and his girlfriend Miranda were cool and invited us over and I smoked them up. They were heads from Southern, Vermont and like everyone I met from Vermont... they were laid back and tons of fun. I realized we were also in such a rush to the show that we didn't bring any warm clothes into the concert area, so I sprinted back to the camp site for a pullover and Molly's sweater. I knew the boys were taking hour long set breaks, but I had to hustle. I stumbled back out through the mud, the most wasted I had been since Deer Creek... past Shakedown which was crowded with everyone offering up more drugs, and finally near our camp site. On the way back, I saw a chick squatting down in the middle of the road taking a shit!! One guy said, "You gotta do what you gotta do."

And she replied, "Can you guys help me out with some sound effects?"

I blurted out a few farts noises and made my way back to the concert field. When I got back, Molly told me about some guy who was having a really bad trip. he was flopped down face first in the mud saying something like, "I don't exist." She was happy I was back. I sent Lori and the Joker a text message telling them to meet me at the General Store after the show.

A spacey Twist Around opened the third set. There were a few stars out, and as long as I saw stars, I was convinced that there would be no rain. They segued into a smooth The Wedge which I'm sure was dedicated to the folks who walked in and those who did not get inside. Then it got a little ugly. Stash was kinda horrible. I'm used to hearing Stash with notes from Trey. He flubbed a few lyrics but it was sloppy and not their best effort. After the show, Zobo called and told me that he saw the simulcast in a movie theatre in Atlanta. He said, "Trey was embarrassingly fucked up in the third set." He could see his face better than me. But he sounded off. Plenty of speculation and rumors hit Coventry after the show. My guess was that he got obliterated at set break and whatever he was on... kicked in or kicked out and he lost his buzz. My guess was that the blow wore off and he lost some energy. cocaine sobers you up for a short period of time and you lose affects of alcohol or whatever. But when you come down, you crash hard and if you were drunk before... you're drunk after. And that's the not so fun place that Trey had to get his internal shit together. Usually we can walk off into a dark corner or go to a bathroom to compose yourself when you get that wasted. Trey wasn't that lucky. He was in front of 60,000+ folks plus all those people watching the simulcast in movie theatres. At any rate, Stash was sloppier than a whorehouse in Minisk at 3am. Mike and Fishman carried the band most of the entire weekend, and that was one instance where they carried Trey.
"I feel the feeling I forgot."
I dunno what happened, but I thought Free kicked ass. I guess Trey got his shit together and started playing notes again. On my scratched notes, I jotted down: "Free was the highlight jam of the show next to Jibboo." Mike was going off in the middle jam, which has a high funk content.

Then Trey and the band waved to everyone. First it was their sound guy, Paul Langedouc, and it was his birthday too. They wanted to wave to C.O.D., the Coalition of Dads... but Trey couldn't find his. I blurted out... "He's back in your trailer snorting blow with 19 year-old groupies!" That got a chuckle from the Vermont kids. Then they boys waved to the crowd. I dunno. Goofy, fucked up, or just nervous. It was kinda weird. Then they busted in Guyute and I called Gil for one last time.

Drowned is a cool cover song that Mike is the man on. The Coventry Jam was intense after Trey asked Chris Kuroda to turn the lights onto the audience so they can vibe off them to create the fifteen minute or so jam. Yeah, pretty cool when Phish makes something out of nothing... on the spot like that... and sound great to dance to. That's why they're so talented. I heard a few 2001 teases in there!

Friday is a song that not too many people like. I'm indifferent, but I knew they were going to end the set with that.

For the encore, Trey and Mike moved out to the rocks to be closer to the audience during Harry Hood. The crowd sung the last lines... Could you feel good? Feel good, good about Hood? That was way cool and gave me goosebumps.


Jamming on the rocks during Harry Hood.

On the way out I told Molly how wasted I was and that I couldn't carry her back through the mud. We agreed that she needed to carry her sneakers and roll up her jeans. We found a decent area with only ankle deep mud and made our way to the General Store where I hoped to meet the Joker and Lori. Molly ate some flafel but no one showed up so we wandered back to our camp site. It was well past 1:30 am on Sunday and I had been up since Noon on Friday. I was spent and needed rest.

I saw a crusty chick holding her dog. She looked no older than sixteen or seventeen and she was shouting out, "Yay yo for my puppy!" I couldn't believe that. She wanted to trade her dog for cocaine. It was one of those nights.

Before I passed out, my mind wandered to all the places I had been since I last slept. I woke up in NYC after driving back from the Camden show and since then I had endured plenty of twists in my game plan just to get to experience the last Phish shows. I made it! I whispered to myself as I drifted off to sleep, drowning out the fireworks being set off by the kids in our field.

Coming soon... part II!

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Tuesday, August 17, 2004
 
Happy Birthday, Senor!!


Senor and Jodd!

Belated brthday wishes to the Tao of Pauly's favorite pants dropper!!!

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Go Home, Phisheads...

After picking up Molly at the airport Friday, we drove 5+ hours to northern Vermont and got stuck in traffic... a long 25 mile line (backed up on I-91) to get into the venue. The Joker had been in line since Thursday night and had only moved a mile in 30 hours. The weather was horrible the week leading up to the show. Entire fields were flooded and the organizers had no clue where to put over 70,000 fans. After waiting almost six hours, we heard a message on the radio from Mike Gordon. he told us we had to go home because they could not let anymore cars into the festival. Here's the skinny in this media release:
August 14, 2004 - Coventry, VT - As a direct result of the severe weather conditions and serious flooding encountered over the past few days, the Vermont State Police and concert organizers, in the interest of public safety, have been forced to limit entry in to the COVENTRY festival this weekend. After exploring all possible options, Police and organizers have concluded that there is no conceivable way to park the remaining vehicles on or in the near vicinity of the concert site, due to the conditions of the grounds as a direct result of the persistent and torrential rains over the past several days.

Effective immediately, all vehicles bound for the concert site not already off Interstate 91 will be turned around and denied entrance to the festival. In addition, roadblocks at additional points of entry have been set up and State Police will be ensuring that people can turn around in a safe and efficient manner.

All ticket holders denied entry to the site will be granted a full refund. Ticket refunds will be refunded directly to credit card holders who have purchased tickets from Ticketmaster and from Phish's online ticketing system. Further details on refunds will be announced in the coming days.

While Phish deeply regrets having to take this action, it is necessary to protect fans as well as residents of the greater Coventry area.
I was in shock. I turned the car around and started driving back to NYC. Was the event cancelled? No... but I wasn;t 100% sure at that point. As I headed southbound, Molly started to cry!! She came all the way from Texas to see the boys... she flew 2000 miles, drove another 6, and waited in line for six hours... only to be told... go home!!

Well... we weren't ready to give up that easy!! After a call from The Joker... he convicned me that you could hike/walk into the festival... and park somewhere close by. He picked Newport, VT... a small town north of Coventry. I bought a map. Gassed up and headed for Newport. Despite roadblocks on I-91.... I navigated two back roads and found my way to Newport. We parked our car in the front lot of a car dealerhsip, and for $50 he watched our car and gave us a ride 3+ miles from the venue. We hiked the rest of the way... taking only what we could carry... a change of clothes, two sleeping bags, rain gear, and my tent.

And then I saw the final two Phish shows. It was fuckin' worth it... and it didn't rain again until yesterday morning on our long ass hike back to Newport... five miles away.

I'm exhausted right now after a week on the road. I will write more later. For now... here are the setlists:

Phish, 8.14.04 Coventry, VT

Set 1: Walls of the Cave -> Runaway Jim -> Gotta Jibboo, You Enjoy Myself* -> Sample in a Jar, Axilla, Poor Heart, Run Like an Antelope**, Fire

Set 2: AC/DC Bag -> 46 Days -> Halley's Comet -> Ya Mar***, [Trey speech], David Bowie, Character Zero

Set 3: Twist -> The Wedge, Stash -> Free, [band waves; Trey speech], Guyute, Drowned -> jam -> Friday

Encore: Harry Hood****

Notes:
*Trey gives away the trampolines to the crowd.
**Guest appearance by Tom Marshall.
***Bass solo with interactive clapping.
****Trey and Mike move closer to the audience and play on the rocks in front of the stage.


Phish 8.15.04, Coventry, VT

Set 1: Mike's Song -> I am Hydrogen -> Weekapaug Groove, Anything But Me, Reba, Carini -> Chalkdust Torture -> Possum, Wolfman's Brother* -> jam (the sexy bump)** -> Wolfman's Brother -> Taste

Set 2: Down With Disease*** -> Wading in the Velvet Sea**** Glide, [band speech], Split Open and Melt -> jam (blowing off steam) -> Ghost

Set 3: Fast Enough for You, Seven Below -> Simple -> Piper -> Bruno***** -> Dickie Scotland****** -> Wilson -> Slave to the Traffic Light, [fireworks]

Encore: [Trey speech], The Curtain With

Notes:
*The wolfman's brother is Fishman.
**Trey and Mike bring out their mothers and do the 'sexy bump' dance with them. Then later, 'sandwich' their manager, John Paluska with it.
***Trey plays his guitar with a glow stick.
****Page gets emotional.
*****The band spontaneously writes a song to acknowledge their monitor engineer Mark "Bruno" Bradley. Other crew acknowledgements.
******Same as above, but for Richard "Dickie Scotland" Glasgow


More to come.

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Friday, August 13, 2004
 
Hanging at Camdem

The Phish, 8.12.04 Camden, NJ

Set 1:
Wilson, You Enjoy Myself > Ghost > Maze > Catapult > Maze, Moma Dance, Horn, Pebbles and Marbles

Set 2: Piper > Sneaking Sally > Cavern > Limb By Limb, Julius, Rock and Roll, Scents and Subtle Sounds*

Encore: Lawn Boy, Frankenstein

Notes: *Trey, Mike and Page leave stage one by one while Fishman continues drumming (Trey left his guiatr on a wacky loop, and it was playing along with FIsh until he stopped and walked off stage)

Holy shit! What a friggin hot show!! They are getting better everyday!! I'm too tired to write a review, but Page was the man!! I just got back from the show. The highlights had to include a surreal and unreal appearance than none other... Al Can't Hang and Mrs. Hang!!! And they hooked up me and Bruce with VIP seats for the entire second set!!! Huh? Check back later and I'll tell you more, before I pick up Molly in 12 hours and leave for Vermont.

Miles Driven: 1587
States Visited: 9 (including NY)
Speeding Tickets: 1
Phish Concerts: 4
Gas + Tolls: $169.05
Grilled Cheese Sandwiches Eaten: 5
Random Hugs from Hippie Girls: 9


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Thursday, August 12, 2004
 
Great Woods Part II: A Thousand Barefoot Children Outisde Dancing On My Lawn
"Tonight seems like a Tweezer night." - Me in yesterday morning's 8:11am entry
The Phish, 8.11.04 Great Woods, MA

Set 1: The Divided Sky, Suzy Greenberg > Funk Jam > Down With Disease > Prince Caspian > Scent of a Mule > Tears of a Clown* > Scent of a Mule, Mexican Cousin

Set 2: Antelope > 2001 > Golgi Apparatus, Waves > Tweezer > HYHU > Terrapin (Love You)** > Trey Polls the Audience > HYHU*** > Trey & Fish drum solos > Timber Ho! > Sample In a Jar

Encore: Bouncin' > Tweezer Reprise

Notes: * With special guest chick picked from the audience on vocals.
** Fishman on vocals and vacuum.
*** Trey and Fishman drumming

What a show! It was Jay's last show. I bumped into Emi and Junko in the lot before the show. We had decent seats, Page side in Section 8. Divided Sky opener? Suzy was jammed out with high funk content. Page was on. You have to play tight, when you bring the funk. And the boys were smoking early. Down with Disease was mostly all Mike. Scent of a Mule segued into a cover of Tears of a Clown (I thik they forgot the words) and some chick came up on stage from out of the audience and sung the rest of it with Phish. And I was pumped to hear Mexican Cousin. Some people I know hate it, but I firggin love hearing it!!!

I found Emi and Junko at setbreak again! Set two started out hot with an unfinished Antelope that segued into a spectacular 2001, with a juicy rift/jam the guys kept weaving in and out of 2001. The smoke machine was in full effect and quickly filled the stage. Golgi was high energy, crowd pleaser. The band seemed to enjoy themselves on that tune. Waves was mellow, then came on strong. Trey really likes playing that tune. Tweezer had a nice funk-high-end jam, and then it was Fishman vaccum hijinks. There's nothing quite like driving hundreds of miles to the middle of nowhere, just to see a 40 year-old, short fat guy, who looks like he hasn't slept in a week, wearing a dress/mumu... and braking out a vaccuum cleaner solo in front of 25,000+ fans. Trey asked the audience if they think Fish's hijinks + Vac solos + signing "Fish" songs ruined the show. That was friggin funny. Some people actually voted against FIsh!! And he flipped the off. I wanted to heary Timber Ho! The closer, Sample, was another high energy, crowd singing a long tune. Encore was saved by the Tweezer Reprise. Getting out of the venue was a pain in the ass, but we did much better than the night before.

Next up... Camden!!

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Wednesday, August 11, 2004
 
Pop Out Paris

Oh my. Another great selection for: picture of the day.

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Great Woods Part 1: Senor's Last Show
"Do you actually think I like ditching my wife and kid to hang out with 19 year-old girls all afternoon?" - Vince Vaughn, Old School
8.10.04 The Phish, Great Woods, MA

Set 1: AC/DC Bag, Heavy Things, Punch You in the Eye, Wolfman's Brother, Theme From the Bottom, Birds of a Feather

Set 2: Mike's Song > I am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove***, A Song I Heard the Ocean Sing > Piper > Makisupa Policeman, Dog Faced Boy, Friday, Harry Hood

Encore: Possum

Notes *** Trey tells story about the origin of "Weekapaug Groove" and "A Song I heard the Ocean Sing".

Well, I managed to arrive in Providence without any entaglements with law enforcement officials!! Senor and I got to the venue kinda early. We were Great Woods vets after seeing The Dead less than a week before. I had spent 21 hours in a car since Monday morning. We had lawn seats. I called AC DC Bag, PYITE, and Hood. The boys always seem to play AC DC Bag whenever I go see a show with Senor (They played it in Brooklyn). They have the vibe that Senor's in the building, so they bust it out! PYITE was amazing. I had waited a very long time to hear PYITE and it was cool that I got to see it with Senor. Hearing that break out tune was worth the show. The jams in Wolfman's and Birds were intense, and the highlights of this run so far. Theme is always an awesome tune to hear. Mike Gordon was the MVP of the night. He was milking some phatty bass licks all night.

I found Emi and Junko at setbreak. They are true fans. Emi flew from Osaka, Japan that day and arrived in America in the late afternoon and went straight to the show. Set 2 was interesting. Heavy hitters right off the bat with Mike's Song. Trey told the crowd how they came up with Weekapaug after visiting a friend and a beach party in Weekapaug, Rhode Island (just 20 minutes from Senor's house). Piper was cool, but after the Saratoga Piper, I duno if I can hear that song again without comparing it to the best version I ever heard.

I thought it was fitting the boys played Makisupa Policeman. Not only is it my favorite song, but they knew I had problems with Smokey in Virginia. Kind of a message to me: "Dr. Pauly... we're glad you made it without getting thrown in jail!" Hood and Possum = Happy Pauly. So far two solid encores in a row. FYI did you know that Phish had only encored David Bowie 5 times in their history??

Getting out of the lot was a nightmare. Ah, oh well!

Miles Driven: 1017
States Visited: 9 (including NY)
Speeding Tickets: 1
Phish Concerts: 2
Gas + Tolls: $101.50
Random Hugs from Hippie Girls: 6

Tonight seems like a Tweezer night. I'm calling Tube and Halley's Comet as well. Going with Jay for his last show. Time for golf and then I'm going to target with Jodd and Ang.

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Tuesday, August 10, 2004
 
Hampton Comes Alive




8.9.04 The Phish, Hampton, VA

Set 1: Chalkdust Torture, Bathtub Gin > Runaway Jim, Walls of the Cave > Loving Cup

Set 2: All Of These Dreams, Limb By Limb, Lifeboy, Crowd Control, Seven Below > Stash > NICU, Bug, Contact, Zero

Encore: David Bowie

It was a nightmare getting to the show. Here's a short list (well, fuck 10 awful) of things that went wrong (at least I wasn't stung by a scoprion on my cookie!)...

1. My ride bailed.
2. My credit card got declined at a car rental place.
3. I got a speeding ticket in Virginia.
4. The cop searched my car.
5. I couldn't find Alea at Will Call.
6. I was 25 minutes late to the show.
7. My cellphone antenna broke.
8. I missed Zobo and Beano.
9. On my way home, I got stuck in NYC rush hour traffic.
10. I dislocated my pinky.


My ride was doomed from the start. Some people are just plain fuck ups and I had too much confidence in my ride (Don't ever call me again Geoff and your evil wife, Mrs. Fuck Wad), when I should have bailed long ago. You get what you pay for. And I was looking for a cheap way to Hampton and got fucked. I'd almost rather not talk about the nightmare getting to Hampton, Virginia. Suffice to say, my ride never materialized and I scrambled, getting a walk-in rental car in Midtown, only to have my credit card get declined! After finally resolving the matter, I took off for Virginia, made great time to Philly, then Baltimore, even got through a bit of nasty DC traffic... and then just when I was about a half hour from the venue... it really took a bad turn.

It had been a couple of years since I was pulled over by a Southern cop. Yeah, Smokey clocked me doing 83 in a 65. I was going at least 90. He took one look at my Yankee plates, and my Yankee license and licked his chops. Officer Numnuts took his sweet time punching my name through who knows where. Homeland Security? FBI? NSA? Google.com? When he got back... it got ugly. He really started sweating me. Grilling me about random things, like the year of the rental car, where I was going, etc. He even asked to search my vehicle. Could you believe that shit?

I'm super pressed for time... as I write this... and I devoted too much time to getting a speeding ticket. That was all. I let him look in the trunk and then he let me go. I;m glad he didn't search me. Whew.

I got to the venue very late. Found a spot. And couldn't find Alea. I had her ticket. She wasn't where she said she'd be... in front of Will Call. Of course... my cell phone starts flaking on me. I'm not getting a decent signal and I missed Zobo's text messages. I found her, well she found my red jacket and we finally ran inside. I missed the first song. And found a space in the back during the end of Bathtub Gin. They played a 20 minute Chalkdust to open and I missed it all. Yeah. I couldn't believe everything went down! But I arrived and I fired up. Fuck the police.

Show had its ups and downs. My cell antenna broke at set break, and I couldn't make calls/text messages. Second set to start was very weak. Seven Below and Page during NICU were my favorite parts. Trey was ripping it up in Zero for sure. Bowie was hot, but rushed it seemed. I was shocked they played it as an encore. Something they rarely do. Sorry I couldn't call ya Modeski!!! They'll play it again in Coventry, so I'll get you then.

The show was weird. Five song first set? The second set seemed like a first set and the first set seemed like a second set.

The highlights:
1. Walls of the Cave
2. Seven Below
3. Bug
4. Contact
5. NICU

Worst part... not meeting up with Zobo and Beano and Chris and not getting to spend enough time with Alea. I can deal with a $155 speeding ticket. But missing friends just sucks. I'll have to win a $30 SNG to make up the money for the ticket.

First show was rough... and then I had to drive all the way back to NYC. No sleep til Brooklyn, eh? Of course I got stuck in Jersey traffic into the city. Add a terror alert and you can imagine how backed up the George Washington Bridge was. Bittersweet. First show was bittersweet.

I'm off for Providence to pick up Senor, then its onto Great Woods. Let's hope all the bad karma was left in Virginia!!

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Monday, August 09, 2004
 
Coventry Brunch With Dr. Pauly

If you are going to Coventry and you read my blog, let's plan to meet up for a group photo and Sunday brunch. Let's say... Sunday at Noon. Meet me at the message board near the Gathering area. You'll be able to find it. And I'll be wearing a red jacket. You won't miss me.

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Pauly Phish Quiz Answers

1. What state did I see the most Phish shows? a) New York
2. What city did I see the most Phish shows? a) New York City
3. What member of Phish have I never met? a) Trey
4. What country did I not see Phish in? d) NONE OF THE ABOVE
5. Pick the city where I have seen Phish at least three times. a) Miami
6. Pick the one venue Senor and I saw Phish. b) The Gorge
7. Pick the song I consider a "Pauly's gonna take a piss song!"... a) Bouncin'
8. Who's my favorite member of Phish? c) Page
9. What city did Heather lock her car keys in her trunk, and I had to ask a cop to help us while tripping? a) Boise, ID
10. Which musician did I not see perform with Phish? c) Jerry Garcia
TIE BREAKER: How many Phish shows have I seen since the hiatus ended? 32

Congrats to Alea who got 7 correct. She tied with Zobo and my brother, but won the tie breaker. Yuh and Molly were next wit 6 each.

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145 Phish Shows


Homer jams with Phish

I've gotten this question all the time. How many shows have you seen? It's up for debate because I've seen more shows than I can confirm. There were at least 3 shows I saw when Phish played on the H.O.R.D.E tour in the early 1990s, but I don't know where!

Alea suggested that I log into Phantasy Phish to figure out how many shows I attended through their show counter. I was very impressed by the speed of the project. It took less than an hour to cross reference my old list. Yeah, and it's a monster list. I know how many shows I've seen, but when you see it in print, or on the web... it's scary! Wow, 40 shows in 1999?

I never would have visited half these cities if Phish hadn't played there. I was inspired by their music to the point that I'd willingly get off my ass and either fly or drive (or both) to obscure places like Bonner Springs, KS or Pelham, AL. I've seen Phish in New York state a record 28 times. Next up were Gerogia (12), California (11), and Florida (11). As far as cities go, I've seen Phish in my hometown New York City 13 times (including the two Brooklyn shows). Atlanta, where I went to college was second, with 10 shows. George, WA... home of The Gorge was the coolest outdoor venue, was third with 8 and Deer Creek was 7. Madison Square Garden was the venue I saw the most Phish shows (10) and Grateful Dead shows as well. It might be my favoirite indoor venue to see the boys.

So here it is, My Phish Shows... in order of appearance.

10/26/89 Wetlands Preserve, New York, NY, USA ($)

03/01/91 Georgia Theatre, Athens, GA, USA ($)
03/02/91 Cotton Club, Atlanta, GA, USA ($)
03/07/91 The Gin, Oxford, MS, USA ($)
11/09/91 Variety Playhouse, Atlanta, GA, USA ($)
11/12/91 Georgia Theatre, Athens, GA, USA ($)

03/28/92 Variety Playhouse, Atlanta, GA, USA ($)

02/19/93 Roxy Theatre, Atlanta, GA, USA ($)
02/20/93 Roxy Theatre, Atlanta, GA, USA ($)
02/21/93 Roxy Theatre, Atlanta, GA, USA ($)
02/22/93 The Moon, Tallahassee, FL, USA ($)
07/30/93 The Veranda at Starwood Amphitheater, Antioch, TN, USA ($)
07/31/93 Masquerade Music Park, Atlanta, GA, USA ($)
12/29/93 Veterans Memorial Coliseum, New Haven, CT, USA ($18.50)

04/21/94 Lawerence Joel Veterans Memorial Coliseum, Winston-Salem, NC, USA ($)
04/23/94 Fox Theatre, Atlanta, GA, USA ($)
04/25/94 Knoxville Civic Auditorium, Knoxville, TN, USA ($)
04/28/94 SunFest, West Palm Beach, FL, USA ($)
04/29/94 Boatyard Village, Clearwater, FL, USA ($)
04/30/94 The Edge, Orlando, FL, USA ($)
05/02/94 Five Points South Music Hall, Birmingham, AL, USA ($)
06/29/94 Walnut Creek Amphitheatre, Raleigh, NC, USA ($)
12/28/94 Philadelphia Civic Center, Philadelphia, PA, USA ($19.50)
12/30/94 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, USA ($22.50)

06/23/95 Waterloo Village Music Center, Stanhope, NJ, USA ($22.50)
06/25/95 Mann Music Center, Philadelphia, PA, USA ($)
06/28/95 Jones Beach Amphitheatre, Wantagh, NY, USA ($)
06/29/95 Jones Beach Amphitheatre, Wantagh, NY, USA ($22.50)
12/30/95 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, USA ($25.00)

10/22/96 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, USA ($25.00)

08/02/97 Gorge Amphitheatre, George, WA, USA ($27.00)
08/03/97 Gorge Amphitheatre, George, WA, USA ($27.00)
12/29/97 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, USA ($27.50)
12/30/97 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, USA ($27.50)

07/15/98 Portland Meadows, Portland, OR, USA ($27.00)
07/16/98 Gorge Amphitheatre, George, WA, USA ($27.00)
07/17/98 Gorge Amphitheatre, George, WA, USA ($27.00)
07/19/98 Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA ($25.00)
07/20/98 Ventura County Fairgrounds, Ventura, CA, USA ($25.00)
07/21/98 Desert Sky Pavilion, Phoenix, AZ, USA ($25.00)
10/30/98 Thomas and Mack Center, Las Vegas, NV, USA ($25.00)
10/31/98 Thomas and Mack Center, Las Vegas, NV, USA ($25.00)
12/28/98 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, USA ($28.50)
12/29/98 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, USA ($28.50)
12/30/98 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, USA ($28.50)
12/31/98 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, USA ($35.00)

06/30/99 Sandstone Amphitheatre, Bonner Springs, KS, USA ($26.50)
07/01/99 First American Music Center, Antioch, TN, USA ($26.00)
07/03/99 Lakewood Amphitheatre, Atlanta, GA, USA ($28.75)
07/04/99 Lakewood Amphitheatre, Atlanta, GA, USA ($28.75)
07/10/99 E Centre, Camden, NJ, USA ($26.00)
07/12/99 Great Woods, Mansfield, MA, USA ($27.50)
07/13/99 Great Woods, Mansfield, MA, USA ($27.50)
07/15/99 PNC Bank Arts Center, Holmdel, NJ, USA ($28.00)
07/16/99 PNC Bank Arts Center, Holmdel, NJ, USA ($28.00)
07/17/99 Oswego County Airport, Volney, NY, USA ($75.00)
07/18/99 Oswego County Airport, Volney, NY, USA ($75.00)
07/20/99 Molson Amphitheatre, Toronto, ON, Canada ($26.25)
07/25/99 Deer Creek, Noblesville, IN, USA ($26.50)
07/26/99 Deer Creek, Noblesville, IN, USA ($26.50)
09/09/99 GM Place, Vancouver, BC, Canada ($25.50)
09/10/99 Gorge Amphitheatre, George, WA, USA ($28.75)
09/11/99 Gorge Amphitheatre, George, WA, USA ($28.75)
09/12/99 Portland Meadows, Portland, OR, USA ($28.50)
09/14/99 BSU Pavilion, Boise, ID, USA ($25.00)
09/16/99 Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA ($26.50)
09/17/99 Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA ($26.50)
09/18/99 Coors Amphitheatre, Chula Vista, CA, USA ($28.75)
09/21/99 Pima County Fairgrounds, Tucson, AZ, USA ($25.00)
09/22/99 Pan American Center, Las Cruces, NM, USA ($25.00)
09/24/99 South Park Meadows, Austin, TX, USA ($28.25)
09/25/99 Woodlands, Houston, TX, USA ($27.50)
09/26/99 UNO Lakefront Arena, New Orleans, LA, USA ($26.00)
09/28/99 Oak Mountain Amphitheatre, Pelham, AL, USA ($28.00)
09/29/99 Pyramid Arena, Memphis, TN, USA ($25.00)
10/07/99 Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY, USA ($26.50)
10/08/99 Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY, USA ($26.50)
10/09/99 Pepsi Arena, Albany, NY, USA ($25.00)
10/10/99 Pepsi Arena, Albany, NY, USA ($25.00)
12/02/99 The Palace, Auburn Hills, MI, USA ($25.00)
12/03/99 Firstar Center, Cincinnati, OH, USA ($25.00)
12/04/99 Firstar Center, Cincinnati, OH, USA ($25.00)
12/10/99 First Union Spectrum, Philadelphia, PA, USA ($26.50)
12/11/99 First Union Spectrum, Philadelphia, PA, USA ($26.50)
12/30/99 Seminole Indian Reservation, Big Cyress, FL, USA ($150.00)
12/31/99 Seminole Indian Reservation, Big Cyress, FL, USA ($150.00)

05/22/00 Radio City Music Hall, New York, NY, USA ($40.00)
06/10/00 Zepp, Koto-ku, Tokyo, Japan ($55.00)
06/11/00 Hibiya Outdoor Theatre, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan ($55.00)
06/13/00 Club Quattro, Naka-ku, Nagoya, Japan ($55.00)
06/14/00 Drum Logos, Chuo-ku, Fukuoka, Japan ($55.00)
06/15/00 Big Cat, Chuo-ku, Osaka, Japan ($55.00)
06/16/00 Zepp, Suminoe-ku, Osaka, Japan ($55.00)
06/28/00 PNC Bank Arts Center, Holmdel, NJ, USA ($29.50)
06/29/00 PNC Bank Arts Center, Holmdel, NJ, USA ($29.50)
06/30/00 Meadows Music Theatre, Hartford, CT, USA ($29.50)
07/01/00 Meadows Music Theatre, Hartford, CT, USA ($29.50)
07/03/00 E Centre, Camden, NJ, USA ($28.50)
07/04/00 E Centre, Camden, NJ, USA ($28.50)
07/10/00 Deer Creek, Noblesville, IN, USA ($27.50)
07/11/00 Deer Creek, Noblesville, IN, USA ($27.50)
07/12/00 Deer Creek, Noblesville, IN, USA ($27.50)
07/14/00 Polaris Amphitheatre, Columbus, OH, USA ($27.50)
07/15/00 Polaris Amphitheatre, Columbus, OH, USA ($27.50)
09/08/00 Pepsi Arena, Albany, NY, USA ($27.50)
09/09/00 Pepsi Arena, Albany, NY, USA ($27.50)
09/29/00 Thomas and Mack Center, Las Vegas, NV, USA ($27.50)
09/30/00 Thomas and Mack Center, Las Vegas, NV, USA ($27.50)
10/01/00 Desert Sky Pavilion, Phoenix, AZ, USA ($26.50)
10/04/00 Coors Amphitheatre, Chula Vista, CA, USA ($29.75)
10/05/00 Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre, Irvine, CA, USA ($27.50)
10/06/00 Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA ($29.50)
10/07/00 Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA ($29.50)

12/31/02 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, USA ($49.50)

02/24/03 Continental Airlines Arena, East Rutherford, NJ, USA ($37.50)
02/25/03 First Union Spectrum, Philadelphia, PA, USA ($37.50)
02/28/03 Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY, USA ($37.50)
07/07/03 The Cricket Pavilion, Phoenix, AZ, USA ($39.50)
07/09/03 Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA ($38.25)
07/10/03 Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA ($38.25)
07/12/03 Gorge Amphitheatre, George, WA, USA ($38.75)
07/13/03 Gorge Amphitheatre, George, WA, USA ($38.75)
07/18/03 Alpine Valley Music Theatre, East Troy, WI, USA ($42.50)
07/19/03 Alpine Valley Music Theatre, East Troy, WI, USA ($42.50)
07/30/03 Tweeter Center at the Waterfront, Camden, NJ, USA ($39.50)
07/31/03 Tweeter Center at the Waterfront, Camden, NJ, USA ($39.50)
08/02/03 Loring Air Force Base, Limestone, ME, USA ($137.50)
08/03/03 Loring Air Force Base, Limestone, ME, USA ($137.50)
11/28/03 Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY, USA ($37.50)
11/29/03 Spectrum, Philadelphia, PA, USA ($37.50)
12/01/03 Pepsi Arena, Albany, NY, USA ($37.50)
12/02/03 The Fleet Center, Boston, MA, USA ($39.50)
12/28/03 American Airlines Arena, Miami, FL, USA ($39.50)
12/29/03 American Airlines Arena, Miami, FL, USA ($39.50)
12/30/03 American Airlines Arena, Miami, FL, USA ($39.50)
12/31/03 American Airlines Arena, Miami, FL, USA ($49.50)

04/15/04 Thomas and Mack Center, Las Vegas, NV, USA ($42.50)
04/16/04 Thomas and Mack Center, Las Vegas, NV, USA ($42.50)
04/17/04 Thomas and Mack Center, Las Vegas, NV, USA ($42.50)
06/17/04 KeySpan Park, Brooklyn, NY, USA ($42.50)
06/18/04 KeySpan Park, Brooklyn, NY, USA ($42.50)
06/19/04 Saratoga Performing Arts Center, Saratoga Springs, NY, USA ($42.50)
06/20/04 Saratoga Performing Arts Center, Saratoga Springs, NY, USA ($42.50)
06/23/04 Deer Creek, Noblesville, IN, USA ($39.50)
06/24/04 Deer Creek, Noblesville, IN, USA ($39.50)
Six more to go. I leave for Hampton very soon!! Hampton > Great Woods (2) > Camden, NJ > Coventry, VT (2) = Super Happy Fun Pauly. Prepare for blast off.

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Sunday, August 08, 2004
 
5 Songs I'd Like to Hear Phish Break Out in Virginia...

1. Walk Away
2. Guleah Papyrus
3. Drowned
4. Weigh
5. The Horse > Silent in the Morning

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Last 5 Flicks I Watched...

1. Old School
2. Patton
3. Lost in Translation
4. Zelig
5. Dancer, Texas Pop. 81

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The Dead Setlist

8.7.04 The Dead, Camden, NJ

Set 1: Spacy Jam> Alligator> Jam> Mississippi Half-Step> Mr Charlie, Broken Arrow, Strange World> Smokestack Lightning> Casey Jones

Set 2: Spacy Jam> China Cat Sunflower> Jam> Uncle John's Band, Lady With A Fan> Morning Dew> Jam> Terrapin Station> I Know You Rider> Drumz/Space> Golden Road> Viola Lee Blues(v1 & v2)> Midnight Hour> Viola Lee Blues(v3), One More Saturday Night, Donor Rap

Encore:Cosmic Charlie

Opening Acts...

Warren Haynes Setlist: Glory Road, The Real Thing, And It Stoned Me

Robert Hunter Setlist: Deal, Silvio, Key To Your Room, Cats Down Under The Stars, New Speedway Boogie, Into The Blue, Tiger Rose, Eulalie, Ripple, Boys In The Barroom

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Saturday, August 07, 2004
 
Pauly Phish Quiz

Winner gets a Phish Japan bootleg. I'll announce the winner at Midnight on Sunday. Email me your answers.

1. What state did I see the most Phish shows?
a) New York
b) California
c) Florida
d) Georgia

2. What city did I see the most Phish shows?
a) New York City
b) Atlanta
c) Seattle
4) Las Vegas

3. What member of Phish have I never met?
a) Trey
b) Mike
c) Page
d) Fish

4. What country did I not see Phish in?
a) Holland
b) Italy
c) Germany
d) NONE OF THE ABOVE

5. Pick the city where I have seen Phish at least three times.
a) Miami
b) Chicago
c) New Orleans
d) Boston

6. Pick the one venue Senor and I saw Phish.
a) Red Rocks
b) The Gorge
c) Shoreline
d) Deer Creek

7. Pick the song I consider a "Pauly's gonna take a piss song!"...
a) Bouncin'
b) Gotta Jibboo
c) Lawn Boy
d) Brian and Robert

8. Who's my favorite member of Phish?
a) Trey
b) Mike
c) Page
d) Fish

9. What city did Heather lock her car keys in her trunk, and I had to ask a cop to help us while tripping?
a) Boise, ID
b) Chula Vista, CA
c) Las Cruces, NM
d) Pelham, AL

10. Which musician did I not see perform with Phish?
a) B.B. King
b) Kid Rock
c) Jerry Garcia
d) Jay Z

TIE BREAKER: How many Phish shows have I seen since the hiatus ended?

Email me your answers. Best of luck!

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Al Qaeda Diamond Link

Interesting read: Al Qaeda Made Pre-9/11 Diamond Buy in West Africa to convert their cash into untraceable (and easily smuggled) diamonds in anticipation of having their banking assets frozen after 9.11.

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The Greatest Band Ever?

Phish... the Greatest Band Ever? Maybe So, Maybe Not is an article from Glide Magazine. I would have written a better article, but it's not too shabby. Here's a bit:
You would think that you'd be rewarded for following a band around the country, spending endless amounts of cash keeping up, and just plain trying not to miss a thing. Most bands step it up for the soldout gigs and big events but not Phish. Instead, fans at the most out-of-the-way show, the one only accessible with a full case of Red Bull, would be rewarded with such epics as Dark Side Of The Moon, or a show filled with rarities. It became so customary that shows prior to major stops or those well undersold close to showtime were almost guaranteed to result in mind-blowing performances. What other band could get you to fly to Bonner Springs, Kansas on a Wednesday?

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I Made the Money! 36th Place

I came in 36th place earlier today in a tournament on Party Poker. I was so sick this morning, I wasn't even going to play. But at the last second, I said, "Fuck it."

There were 1262 players and the top 120 places made the prize money. First place paid $1262. I grinded my way to 36th place. My brother was doing great at one point. He was 20th out of 211 (and I was around 160th at that point) but ended up in 165th place, missing the money by a few spots. I'll write up a detailed report to the Tao of Poker later. Over 600 players were knocked out in the first hour. That's how insane these tourneys are.

This was the second money finish for me in those grueling multi table tournaments on Party Poker. Last month, I placed 27th out of 980+ and made the money for the first time.

I've been a rush this week playing online at Party Poker.

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5 Songs I Want to Hear Phish Play in Virginia...
1. Gumbo
2. Boogie On Reggae Woman
3. Sand
4. Seven Below
5. 2001

5 Songs I Don't Want to Hear Phish Play in Virginia...
1. Bouncin'
2. When the Circus Comes to Town
3. All of These Dreams
4. Squirming Coil
5. Pebbles and Marbles

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Sick Boy

I caught a summer cold. Not fun. When it's 2 degrees in January, I'm fine. But as soon as it gets to August, I always get a nasty cold... borderline flu. Anyway, I didn't get a chance to write this morning. Picked sleep over writing the great American novel. Have to rest up and conserve my energy for a week of madness starting Monday.

Writing Music Playlist from Friday...
1. Charlie Hunter Quartet
2. Crusader Rabbit
3. Traffic
4. Peter Tosh
5. Jerry Garcias Band

Poker Playing Music from Thursday...
1. Billie Holiday
2. Galactic
3. Trey Anastasio Band
4. John Coltrane
5. Django Reinhardt

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Friday, August 06, 2004
 
My 5 Favorite Las Vegas Casinos...




1. The Mirage
2. Mandalay Bay
3. The Bellagio
4. Excalibur
5. Binion's

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Dream On

Looks like I made Al Can't Hang's fantasy dream team of poker bloggers. Check out: Poker Blogger Dream Team. Here's what Mr. Hang had to say:
Pauly and PokerProf have very special assignments. Someone has to document the historical accomplishments of the Dream Team. PokerProf will take care of the game action detail; Pauly will no doubt be enjoying and writing about the outside aspects of the game. Pauly also will double as the team's 'herbal' therapist. He makes even more money by selling the screenplay of his great American novel written about the Dream Team.
I made the list with some heavy hitters. Thanks ACH... but I'm way to humble to accept a slot. Due to concerns of rampant terror threats, lax security, and on the advice of my fiancee, my posse, my entourage, my gaggle of attorneys, my herbalist, my Kabbalah rabbi, my bookie, my doorman, and the Russian broad who does Haley's bikini wax... they all suggested that I not participate. I'd like to give up my slot to... Jack Lemon.


Ving Rhames hands over his Golden Globe to Jack Lemon

Back to Reality

Welcome back to my world. Please keep all hands and legs inside at all times, avoid the brown acid, and never... ever... feed the little furry things after Midnight. Anyway, I checked my stats and I only played online at Party Poker for less than 14 hours since Monday, for an impressive $30/hr win rate, with five consecutive winning sessions. I'll take those stats any time. I'm keeping my sessions short and I'm willing to walk away on a positive note. I made my first cash out since June. And that will go towards paying for some of my phun in the sun next week.

Pocket Rockets

I got dealt AA three times today in an hour, playing a wild, loose, fishy $25 NL table on Party Poker.

1. AA UTG and I raised $3. Guy next to me came over the top and doubled my bet. I moved all in and he called with KK. Nothing happened on the board. I busted him and he left right after the hand.

2. AA on the button. One guy in EP raised to $2. Four players called. I re-raised to $10 or 20x BB. Two callers including the LB and the original raiser. The flop: AJ2. Everyone checks to me and I bet the pot. The LB called. The turn: 2. The LB checked to me and I moved all in. The river: 2. His cards: J2o. Unreal, eh? I'm still removing specks of plaster from my scrapped knuckles after I put a decent sized hole in my brother's living room wall.

3. AA in MP. I raised and got two callers. The flop: Q83. The LB moved all in with 10-10, I called, the other guy folded and I took his entire stack.

Pocket rockets paid off 2 out of 3 times today, taking down KK and 10-10, and my full boat lost to runner runner quads. J2o? You must be kidding me. Another wild day at the tables.

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Phish Tribute


Cool Phish poster

Boston.com has a cool Phish tribute page. Take a peek. It even has a Phish quiz.

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Why Slave?

Slave to the Traffic Light is my favorite Phish song. Why? Because they don't play it too often, and when they do, it's special. I'm the only one I know who fuckin' loves it. Phish has played over 1500 concerts, but Slave has only been played 104 times. And I've seen the boys perform Slave... 14 times. And each one was pretty darn special. Since the hiatus, Phish has played Slave 6 times... and I saw 4 versions. In fact, I've seen 11 of tea last 17 versions. Pretty lucky, huh? Like I said, it's not like Harry Hood or YEM is my favorite song and they play it once every three shows. I've chased those fuckers around the world to hear Slave. Maybe that's why I go see so many shows. Because I never know when they might break out Slave!

Here are the shows I've seen Slave to the Traffic Light performed by Phish:
6.25.95 Philly
8.3.97 The Gorge
7.16.98 The Gorge
12.30.98 MSG, NYC
7.4.99 Atlanta
10.9.99 Albany
12.3.99 Cincy
12.31.99 Florida
6.16.00 Osaka, Japan
7.4.00 Camden, NJ
2.25.03 Philly
12.31.03 Miami
4.15.04 Vegas
6.23.04 Deer Creek
The first was amazing. I'll never forget how I was blown away by Trey's guitar on that version.

The sweetest had to be at the Gorge in 1997. It was my first time at the Gorge, and I was there with Senor and Jay, about fifteen rows in front of the stage. I forgot I was outdoors and looked up and saw a million stars. They played it again the next year.

I got to hear Slave in my hometown at MSG and my other home... in Atlanta on the hottest July 4th I can ever remember.

Nothing is better than hearing your favorite song played during an amazing show... like Albany in 1999, when they nailed every single song. To this day, it's one of the best shows I've seen. And why? Because they shut the door with a killer Slave emcore. That's how you cap a hot, smokin' show... not with Waste or Vevlet Sea.

And then in Cincy, it was a pretty subpar show... but Slave pretty much saved it! Big Cypress was unreal. Of course they had to play Slave since they played everything else.

Then the one that gives me chills is the version from Osaka, Japan. I was completely wasted, half way around the world, and in tears because I finally got to hear my song after traveling around Japan touring with Phish for a week of madness.

I saw a rare first set Slave with Molly at the Spectrum. The boys made my Vegas and Miami trips with a nice, mellow version of Slave. The Miami one was odd, sandwiched in between Chalkdust Torture (Chalkdust > Slave > Chalkdust).

And in Deer Creek... well, fuck, it was the third leg of an insane second set opener (Halley's Comet > Crosseyed & Painless > Slave). Do you know what it's like to hear three of your all time favorite Phish songs (songs they don't play too often)? I was happy to catch it one last time, although I'm confident they will play it in either Camden or at Coventry.

So that's the brief history of why I love Slave so much. Here's a version (mp3) of the Deer Creek Slave from this June, courtesy of Momadance.com. Just click on the link on that page.

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Anybody But Bush




Anybody But Bush is a hilarious website launched by Ugarte. Here's what he had to say:
It is all the rage to say that you are willing to vote for anybody but George W. Bush, but Carrie and I wanted to see just how serious you are. So we’ve put together Anybody But Bush.

Thanks to our state-of-the-art technology survey software, people typically forbidden from voting—teenagers, felons, Canadians, and African Americans who live in Florida - may join the rest of us in helping select the next U.S. President.

Tell your friends to vote.
Check it out.

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5 Songs That Could Be the Last Song Phish Ever Plays...
1. You Enjoy Myself
2. Fluffhead
3. The Squirming Coil
4. Tweezer Reprise
5. Chalkdust Torture

5 Rare Tunes I'd Like to Hear Phish Play...
1. Oblivious Fool
2. Mound
3. All Things Reconsidered
4. Spock's Brain
5. Esther

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75% of Phish Play Private Party

Trey, Fish, and Page Performed at a Private Party for NHLer Martin St. Louis. It's funny, because it's true. Here's a bit:
On July 29th, Page, Fish and Trey appeared at a private show in Vermont for Martin St. Louis, who besides being named the MVP of the NHL with a standout season for the Tampa Bay Lightning, is a Vermont resident who attended college there. Also playing the show was The Samples, who's music has been likened to "competent post-folk rock reggae in the tradition of The Police and Neil Young.
They even included a link for some pictures.

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Name That Tune

Have you ever wondered what particular music baseball stadiums play when a player gets announced at bat? Check out: Name That Tune.

50 Sexiest Cartoon Babes

For all you comic geeks, here's the 50 Sexiest Cartoon Babes. I'd bang Judy Jetson.

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Thursday, August 05, 2004
 
Picture of the Day

I gotta give credit to The Superficial.com for this jem: Twins! And here's the related article: Celebrity Fakes.

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What will you be doing in 10 years?

I got asked that question in a recent phone interview (for a sales job on Wall Street that I don't want) and here's part of what I answered:
2014? Living in Las Vegas as a poker pro and recently married to a 19 year-old stripper that looks like Kelly Ripa except her breasts are the size of watermelons.
I wonder why I never got a call back?

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Wednesday's Politico Roundup: Taste the Fear

I know it's Thursday. But I posted this yesterday to my poli-blog This Side of the Truth. Here you go:

What have we learned so far? That whoever wants the juice will use fear to acquire as many votes as possible. The Bush Junta is pushing forth a unsettling campaign of more terror strikes.


The GOP says: "A vote for John Kerry is a vote for Bin Laden."

And the Dems and Ketchup Boy, John Kerry are no better... spinning forth an evil tale of the possibility of four more years of Bush. Manipulation. They prey on your weaknesses.


The Dems are pushing: Not Bush 2004

Americans with a deep fear of Al Qaeda, already decided to vote for Bush as of 9.12. And everyone that hates W decided long ago (and months before seeing Fahrenheit 9/11) to put Ketchup Boy in the White House. But here's the problem, everyone who hasn't decided on their pick yet probably won't be swayed by negative campaign ads. In the end, most swing voters vote with their checking accounts and how Washington can affect (or stay out of) their daily life. A higher percentage of rich people vote than middle class folks and poor people. All those rich bankers that work on Wall Street and live in Connecticut didn't even bother sticking with their home-state guy Lieberman in 2000. Sure there are plenty of rich people who hate Bush, but you're not hearing much those folks who trash Bush at the water cooler but at night when they're counting their pennies, their secretly praying for another four years of a Republican administration.

A working class father of two from a mid-size city will more likely vote for Bush not because he thinks Al Qaeda will truck bomb his local bank branch, but because he's afraid that the Democrats will raise taxes and bus poor kids into his school district. Give some Americans some credit. You'll have to give these voters a better reason than "I'm not Bush" to vote for Ketchup Boy. So in the end, they'll probably vote Bush... or worse, not vote at all.

Orangeish-Red Alert!

This entire color coded alert level is complete horseshit. I can't even trust my local weatherman to give me the weather forecast a couple of hours in advance. The suggested picks from the gambling experts during Sunday's during football season rarely succeed more than 50% of the time. Our intelligence services dropped the ball on more than one occasion. So why should I trust a color coded scheme to indicate when the next terror strike will be? We'll never really know how many new attempts were thwarted by improved security measures and ongoing investigations. I'd like to think that the next time something terror related goes down that my tax dollars did something to at least slow down, if not prevent the entire plot.

Just Say No!

I caught bits of the last episode of Bill Maher's show on HBO. His guests included Michael Moore and Ralph Nader. At one point, Nader brashly pointed out the arrogance within the Democratic Party. I have often criticized their failure to be more inclusive to fringe groups and voters, who have been alienated by the central leadership for the last few decades. The guys in charge now are nothing more than smug, Hollywood chic, corporate whores, pushing their policy to the middle of the road to appeal to the most possible voters. Their vanity will cost them another election. Blame Bush. Blame Nader. They'll blame everyone but themselves. It's easy to ignore and listen to the little people when you're getting bought a seat in Congress by sleazy suits.


Pretty please! With sugar on top!!!

Realizing that Ralph Nader's third party supporters could give the Democrats the extra edge they'll gonna need in November, both Michael Moore and Bill Maher begged Nader to drop out of the Presidential race. For the good of all America. For dramatic effect, they even got down on their knees and groveled. Nader isn't going to budge. The Dems have been threatening the Nader camp with the taunts... you're a loser, so give us your support or Bush is going to win. And Nader shrugs his shoulders. Until the Democrats stop pandering to private interests and corporations, and return to a grass roots government catering to the needs of the people instead of favoring big business, they will continue to loss passionate voters. Nader wants to teach them a lesson, but at what price?

Can you taste the fear?

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Spyware

I spent most of yesterday afternoon cleaning up my brother's laptop after it was infected by a spyware virus that hijacked his Internet Explorer. Everytime I try to load the home page (espn.com) it takes me to some friggin other page. After several frustrating hours, I consulted a few computer experts. Zobo suggsted Spybot Seacrh and Destroy in addition to CWS Shredder. Both Al Can't Hang and HDouble endorsed Ad Ware 6.0. That was pretty solid. I suggest you install the free download and ran it at least once a week.

OK, so I ran all there programs... and I found over 100 nasty bits of adware and spyware. Unreal, huh? And I removed all of them... except the nasty little bugger... the trojan strain that hijacked IE!! I downloaded Mozilla, because IE really is prone to attacks. Man, in a short time period I quickly got familiarized with the different attacks a computer is bombarded with... and the scary part was that different sites installed tracking programs that traced every website his computer visited. All of those are gone, and say goodbye to IE.

Thanks again to Zobo, ACH, and HDouble for sharing their computer knowledge!

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5 Random Songs I Want to Hear Phish Play in Virginia...

1. 46 Days
2. Timber Ho!
3. Simple
4. The Wedge
5. Foam

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Big Pimping

A couple of the bloggers I play with at the Blue Parrot also have artistic pursuits. If you are in the NYC area, you should check these guys out. Asphnxma from Riding the F Train is a performer in the Upright Citizens Brigade, a comedy improv group. His next show is on Monday, August 9, 2004 at 6:30pm and it's located at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater (307 W. 26th Street, NYC).

And when Ugarte is not groveling about poker or downloading geriatric German bondage porn from the net, he's working his ass off in an attempt to pursue a career in stand up comedy. Visit Ugarte's Upcoming Gigs page to find out when he's performing next. He has three upcoming shows in the next week at various venues here in NYC.

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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
 
Last 5 Books I Saw People Reading on the Subway...

1. The Dogs of Babel by Carolyn Parkhurst
2. The Human Stain by Philip Roth
3. The Oath by Frank Peretti
4. Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
5. Death in a Beach Chair by Valerie Wolzien

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Tuesday, August 03, 2004
 
Celebrity Sighting of the Day


Lizzie Grubman, Princess & Convict

Living in NYC, I run into random celebs all the time. Today, I was waiting to meet up with Gil for lunch in Midtown and walking down the street was everyone's favorite drunken, reckless-SUV-driving, publicist Lizzie Grubman, who ran over 16 people in the Hamptons before calling the bouncer "White trash!" I actually saw her twice. When I was walking to the subway, I caught a glimpse of her again. To quote Gil, "She's ugly." He was being kind. To this day, Senor will to continue deny rumors that he once dated the snookered, pink-clad Princess.

Haley just called me from Santa Fe. She asked how my day was going. I answered something like this... "Cool. Mary-Kate's out of rehab. I met Gil for lunch. I got back Mr. Dickhead. I saw Lizzie Grubman. Twice. And I came in second in a tournament on Party Poker for a $90 win. All that, before you even woke up today."

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Flopping Quad Aces

Yesterday afternoon... $30 SNG tournament on Party Poker.
***** Hand History for Game 807430360 *****
30/60 TourneyTexasHTGameTable (NL) (Tournament 5026005)
Mon Aug 02 17:18:58 EDT 2004 - Table 11648 (Real Money)

Seat 5: Dr. Pauly (1645)
Dr. Pauly posts big blind (30)

** Dealing down cards **
Dealt to Dr. Pauly [ Ah, Ad ]
vigXXX calls (30)
DAVXXX calls (15)
Dr. Pauly raises (420) to 450
vigXXX raises (535) to 565
vigXXX is all-In.
DAVXXX folds.
Dr. Pauly calls (115)

** Dealing Flop ** : [ Ac, Kh, As ]
** Dealing Turn ** : [ 4c ]
** Dealing River ** : [ Jc ]

** Summary **
Main Pot: 1160
Board: [ Ac Kh As 4c Jc ]

Dr. Pauly balance 2240, net +595 [ Ah Ad ] [ four of a kind, aces -- Ah,Ad,Ac,As,Kh ]
vigXXX balance 0, lost 565 [ Qs Qh ] [ two pairs, aces and queens -- Ac,As,Kh,Qs,Qh ]
And yes, I cracked the Hilton Sisters! The sad part of this story is that I bubbled out in 4th place after my AKs (on the button) lost heads up with KK. I had the chip lead with four players remaining and blew it.

Last week I caught a straight flush. Oh well. Yesterday I was on a roll. I won $140 in less than two hours on the $25 NL ring tables.

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Random News Clip

Interesting news clip about my site!! Check it out. Thanks Sigge.

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Week 11: Pauly-BG Gamblethon

We played a game called I'm with Stupid!" and I lost 139-111. I should have picked The Rolling Stones instead of The Who for famous British rock bands from the 1960s... not named the Beatles. Oh well. So The score is now Pauly 6, BG 5. And now I get to choose this week's bet.

Week 12: Pauly-BG Gambleton... Financial Markets

I picked 10 financial indexes. Boy Genius has to determine whether or not those specific markets will be UP or DOWN for the week... ending at the market close on this Friday. He needs seven correct guesses to win. Here the are:
1. DJIA (Dow Jones) - closed at 10,139.71
2. AMEX - closed at 1,240.34
3. NASDAQ - closed at 1,887.36
4. Gold Futures (Aug 04 futures) - closed at 393.30
5. Crude Oil (Sept 04 futures) - closed at 43.47
6. US Treasuries 30 year bond - closed at 102.7188
7. DAX (German stock exchange in Frankfurt) - closed at 3,853.54
8. FTSE 100 (British stock exchange in London) - closed at 4,402.10
9. Nikkei 225 (Japanense stock exchange in Tokyo) - closed at 11,222.24
10. Nike Stock (NKE = symbol) - closed at 72.90 on Friday
And here's what BG picked:
UP: US Bond, Gold, DAX, FTSE, Crude Oil
Down: DJIA, AMEX, NASDAQ, Nikkei, and Nike
Best of luck!!

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My Favorite Phish Songs In...

1994:
1. Mike's Song
2. Fluffhead
3. Mango Song
4. Reba
5. Harry Hood

1999:
1. Slave to the Traffic Light
2. Funky Bitch
3. Tube
4. My Friend, My Friend
5. MoMA Dance

2004:
1. Slave
2. Tube
3. Ghost
4. Cross Eyed & Painless
5. MoMA Dance

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Phishy Poker Tournament?

The last two Phish concerts will take place at Coventry in Vermont at the end of next weekend. My buddy, the Joker, from Bathtub Gin sent me this thread: Texas hold'em tournament. Pretty funny, eh?

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Monday, August 02, 2004
 
Merci, Paris!

Dear Paris Hilton,

Thank you for doing stupid shit and getting involved in wacky hijinks. Whenever you do, people... bored people... type your name in Google (with another keyword) and eventually they somehow stumble upon the Tao of Pauly. Sometimes they come back and just by being yourself, I get more hits every day. There are actual idiots out there who spend useless hours surfing the net for naked pictures of you, whacking off to Lindsay Lohan's breasts, or worse... reading my blog(s).

Buddha said that the "Enlightened soul is the clueless soul." For fuck's sake, even the bald fat guy would lose patience with you. Keep up the good work. The world needs more rambunctious, promiscuous, salacious heiresses. Your fellow obsessed, clueless Americans might actually put one in the White House.

Three cheers to you,
Dr. Pauly

P.S. I think you're 100 times hotter than Nicky. But don't tell her I said that.


Merci, la chienne avide

The Last 5 Random Paris Hilton + Referrals from Google...
1. Paris Hilton + fat lip
2. Paris Hilton + shaved pussy
3. Paris Hilton + designer purses
4. Paris Hilton + flashing
5. Paris Hilton + licking feet

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Bitch Slapped!


Bitch Slapped!! Courtesy of The Superficial

Looks like Mike Tyson wasn't the only one who go their ass kicked this weekend. Was Paris beat up by former Backstreet Boyfriend? Or did she get caught up in a sick weekend of S&M and blame it on her pugilistic boyfriend? I don't care. But for more pictures, visit: The Superficial.

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11 Questions: Poker Bloggers Edition

The questions:
1. Boxers or briefs?
2. You're UTG in a NL cash game; would YOU rather have The Hilton Sisters or Big Slick suited?
3. If you could legalize any two laws, what would they be?
4. Taking everything you've learned with you, what age would you like to be for the rest of your life?
5. If you could have been born in any other American generation, which would it be?
6. Multiple choice. How would you rather spend a Wednesday evening?

a) Tossing some cahhhhds with Doyle Brunson & Johnny Moss.
b) Swapping licks & lyrics with Robert Hunter & Jerry Garcia.
c) Going on assignment with Raoul Duke & Dr. Gonzo.
d) Getting teabagged by Paris & Nikki Hilton?

7. Who is your favorite team member of the Bad News Bears?
8. What's a bigger prize, a WSOP bracelet or a Pulitzer?
9. Home poker game, you can invite 7 other people throughout history to play. Who and why?
10. Where are the snowden's of yesteryear?
11. Do blind people dream?
Yes, thanks to everyone for the questions. And now the answers.


1. Boxers or briefs? - NemoD

Boxers. Fruit of the Loom, size 34-36. Some days I like to free ball.


2. You're UTG in a NL cash game; would YOU rather have The Hilton Sisters or Big Slick suited? - Phriedom

Big Slick suited everytime and twice on Sundays. I like my chances with a better drawing hand than QQ... which can get cracked by any K-x or any A-x in theory. The Hilton Sisters usually lose for me when I go up against suited Slick.


3. If you could legalize any two laws, what would they be? - BG

Pot and poker. Vote for me in 2008. I'll let you get stoned and allow you to play cards anywhere in America.


4. Taking everything you've learned with you, what age would you like to be for the rest of your life? - Bob

Six. Everything I ever learned, I learned in Kindergarten.


5. If you could have been born in any other American generation, which would it be? - Johnny FlopBoot

I guess the Baby Boomers because that would mean I would have been a hippie during the Summer of Love, and I could have followed The Grateful Dead around when they hit their peak in the mid 1970s. And I could grow up (in NYC) watching the best athletes play... Mickey, Willie, and Walt Clyde Frazier!


6. Multiple choice: How would you rather spend a Wednesday evening? - Snail Trax
a) Tossing some cahhhhds with Doyle Brunson & Johnny Moss.
b) Swapping licks & lyrics with Robert Hunter & Jerry Garcia.
c) Going on assignment with Raoul Duke & Dr. Gonzo.
d) Getting teabagged by Paris & Nikki Hilton?
TOUGH choices, man. Usually I spend my Wednesday nights watching The OC and then the WPT. But if I had a free Wednesday night to spend, It'll have to be swapping licks with Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter. I'd love to play Ripple with them. I wouldn't be a true Deadhead if I didn't say that. Hunter Thompson on assignment would be a close second, followed by cards with Doyle & Moss. And as far as Nicky & Paris go... it's all over rated. Once you've had one hotel heiress, you've had them all.


7. Who is your favorite team member of the Bad News Bears? - Derek


Tatum O'Neal circa 1975

The pitcher, Amanda (Tatum O'Neal). She was my first Hollywood crush. I guess even at an early age of 8, I started the trend of falling hopelessly for California blondes with substance abuse problems. Twenty plus years later... I'm still weak for emotional wrought, California blondes with substance abuse problems.


8. What's a bigger prize, a WSOP bracelet or a Pulitzer? - BadBlood

Pulitzer, no doubt. I could get lucky and catch a few cards and capitalize on someone's mistakes to win a WSoP bracelet without being the best player. But to win a Pulitzer, I'd really have to do something impressive, close to penning a masterpiece, and I'd have to be in the Top 1% of all scribes to get to that level of excellence. If Moneymaker and Varkoyni can win one... a bracelet seems a lot easier than a Pulitzer.


9. Home poker game, you can invite 7 other people throughout history to play. Who and why? - Al Can't Hang
The players:
Seat 1: Hunter S. Thompson
Seat 2: Bill Clinton
Seat 3: Doyle Brunson
Seat 4: Ben Affleck
Seat 5: Al Can't Hang
Seat 6: Frank Sinatra
Seat 7: MC Hammer (before he went broke)
Seat 8: Dr. Pauly
Hunter brings the drugs. Affleck brings the snatch. Doyle brings credibility. Al Can't Hang brings the Soco. Clinton brings the coolness. Sinatra brings the good stories, and MC Hammer is the Dead Money. Anyone who blows $250 Million in a few years can play at my poker table any time!

Al Can't Hang (to Affleck): "So how big is J. Lo's ass?"
Affleck: "Good size."
Dr. Pauly: "Bigger than a bread box?"
Doyle: "Everything's big in Texas."
Bill Clinton: "I like big butts, I cannot lie."
Hunter: (mutters something incoherent then tosses his cards in the air)
Frank Sinatra: "Who cares. Put a bag over her head and just do your business, kid."
MC Hammer: "Stop! I got 2-7 offsuit."


10. Where are the snowden's of yesteryear? - The Poker Penguin

Great Scott! Catch 22 is one of my favorite books alltime!! Yosarian is the man! To answer your question, let's jump into the heart of the text:
It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all.
Snowden's death is the easy answer. Bury the dead. They stink up the joint. So where are the Snowden's of yesteryear? If I told you the complex answer, then you wouldn't buy my next novel.


11. Do blind people dream? - Iggy

Yes they do. It depends on how much sight they had before they went blind. Sometimes blind people will dream about the particular level of sight they once had. Other times they have auditory dreams, or dreams based on your other senses.

Thanks again to everyone who submitted questions!!

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Kentucky Girls Are Awesome!!

Many thanks to Lori W. from KY!! She scored me a rare extra ticket to the last Phish show in Coventry, Vermont and was kind enough to ask me first since I had been looking for extras. And even cooler... she sold it to me for face value. That's a true fan! With tickets reaching over $1000 on ebay, it's refreshing to have that kinda good vibe attached to the ticket!!

Actually... I already have a ticket. I'm miracling the extra to Molly, who was pretty bummed out that she was not going to go when we discovered that tickets were sold out just before the first leg of the tour started in mid June. But now, she gets to go see Phish... in their home state. I've attended every Phish show Molly has been to... we saw six or so together and we were both at the same show in New Mexico, but that was before we knew each other. She was so excited that she'll get to see the last two shows with me that she even mentioned it on her blog Lone Star Molly.

Thanks again, Lori! 12 days until Coventry? Oh shit...

5 Random Phish Songs I'd Like to Hear in Virginia (in one week!)...
1. Harry Hood
2. Peaches en Regalia
3. Theme from the Bottom
4. Sand
5. Fee

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Wave That Flag, A Grateful Weekend with Senor

Well I'm back after an interesting and fun wekeend. I love following The Dead. They're the band that started it all. And they still can bring it. Sure the scene is much more mellower these days, but think of all those bands that came along over the years... and despite disputes, deaths, and drug addiction... The Dead are still playing three hours every night... with thousands of other bands a mere afterthought. Who would have thought that Phish would hang it up before The Dead?

The ride up was an adventure. Trips on Greyhound always are. You get what you pay for. I got stuck in front of the most annoying couple of old people on the planet. I had my CD player jacked up on high, and it still could not drown out the incessant chatter from the first old lady I met who I actually wanted to strangle without a shred of guilt. I wanted to shove her yapping head into the toilet in the back, with that blue antiseptic that masks the stench of urine and shit. She kept waking up her husband who would doze off. When he was awake, she would shout her coversations because he was almost deaf. It was not pretty getting caught in I-95 Summer traffic and I had lost all my patience.

After the show, we cruised down Thayer Street near Brown and grabbed a few slices at a pizza place packed with plenty of young women... some still in high school and the rest were coeds.

Senor and Jodd woke me up this morning. The little kid is getting bigger everytime I see him. He's crawling now.

I'll be back in Providence in a little over a week. Senor and I are going to the first night of Phish at Great Woods... which is less than a half hour from his house.

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Scary Find: Al Qaeda Computer Geek Busted

Captured Qaeda Figure Led Way to Information Behind Warning appeared in the NY Times. Here's a bit:
The unannounced capture of a figure from Al Qaeda in Pakistan several weeks ago led the Central Intelligence Agency to the rich lode of information that prompted the terror alert on Sunday, according to senior American officials.

The figure, Muhammad Naeem Noor Khan, was described by a Pakistani intelligence official as a 25-year-old computer engineer, arrested July 13, who had used and helped to operate a secret Qaeda communications system where information was transferred via coded messages.

A senior United States official would not confirm or deny that Mr. Khan had been the Qaeda figure whose capture led to the information. But the official said "documentary evidence" found after the capture had demonstrated in extraordinary detail that Qaeda members had for years conducted sophisticated and extensive reconnaissance of the financial institutions cited in the warnings on Sunday.

One senior American intelligence official said the information was more detailed and precise than any he had seen during his 24-year career in intelligence work. A second senior American official said it had provided a new window into the methods, content and distribution of Qaeda communications.
Great what next? Suicide truck bombs on the streets of Manhattan?

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Sunday, August 01, 2004
 
Pieces of Pauly

What did I eat on Saturday? Breakfast was a cinnamon-raisin bagel with butter at Dunkin' Donuts. For a late lunch, I ate at Boston Market; a chicken breast sandwich with a side of potato wedges, iced tea... and a side order of macaroni and cheese. At The Dead show, I drank 1/3 of a beer (before some biker chick kicked it over). After the show, I bought an orange Gatorade and a chicken, rice, bean, brocolli buritto from this old hippie guy in the parking lot. When we got back to Providence, I ate at Antonio's Pizza... a scilian slice and a pepperoni & sausage slice.

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We Have a Winner!!

I am pleased to announce a winner of the Hilton Sisters Challenge 3. Guess who won? My brother of all people! He has a poker blog, Poker in the Weeds and plays online at Party Poker, so he was eligible.

If you think this contest was fixed... then you should have heard my brother's not-so-excited reaction when he told me that he cracked Aces with the Hilton Sisters. He said something like, "I have two paintings. And I already have an autographed copy of your novel." I'll have to come up with something good to give him.

When I hit the road for the last six Phish shows (next Monday) I will start up a new challenge! Stay tuned.

Congrats again to my brother! You can read what happened if you stop by Poker in the Weeds.

I heard that Rick Blaine cracked aces in a live tournament this weekend... but the event had to occur on Party Poker. Nice try Rick!

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Happy Jerry Day!


Photo by Herb Greene

August 1 is the birthday of Jerry Garcia and is officially Jerry Day! Today we celebrate all things cool related to the original fat man. Fitting that I got to see The Dead last night... and as much fun as I had, it isn't quite the same without Jerry.


Jerry at one of The Grateful Dead's free shows in the 1960s

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The Dead, Great Woods Night 2


Phil Lesh and Bob Weir at Great Woods

The Dead, 7.31.04 Great Woods, MA

Set 1: Jam> Jack Straw> Dark Star(v1)> All That We Are> Little Red Rooster, Stagger Lee, Cosmic Charlie, She Said She Said, Althea, Cassidy

Set 2: Looks Like Rain, Lost Sailor> Saint Of Circumstance> Only The Strange Remain> Drumz/Space> Stella Blue> Mason's Children> Standing On The Moon, Dark Star(v2)> Cassidy Reprise> One More Saturday Night

Encore: Johnny B Goode

The Friday night show was off the hook. I can't recall a stronger setlist on paper. That's the type of show I'd cut off both my nuts to see the Grateful Dead perform back in the 1970s. Talk about epic. What could they play on the Saturday that they didn't play Friday? Obviously, my expectations were very low for the Saturday show. We had average seats and yeah, I was behind enemy lines in Red Sox nation, catching snippets of conversations about the Sox new trade, shipping No-mahhh to the Cubs.

Some 45 year old fat biker chick knocked over my beer. The Red Hook was $7.50 at that and I only drank about 1/3 of it when she came barreling through my aisle. Think Monica Lewinsky in Daisy Duke jeans shorts with a black leather tank top. Her shit was spilling out all over the place.

I was pretty lit up in the middle of the first set. I scored some Molly from a Phishy chick as I was about to walk into the venue. Senor sold his extra for almost face value.

The Boston Dead crowd was pretty cool and mellow. Most crowds at Dead shows are. More to come.

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