Lost in a Jam

It's been a while since I've found myself lost in a jam, but this morning, it was a morning for Phish for the drive. I tend to gravitate towards a few favorites, one of them being the Nassau Run of 98. There I was, in the middle of Roses Are Free, leading into the killer Nassau Jam, and I found myself enthralled. It felt as if every note was filling my soul just the right way. Memories were coming back in waves. I remember so very clearly the festivals in particular. I was thinking about how it really never mattered where you were, but somewhere, off in the distance, if Phish was playing, it was like an invite to head over yonder where they were. The sound filled the entire AF base and you couldn't escape it if you tried..but then again, who would want to?

God I miss Phish..this is going to be one particularly long summer...