I wonder if any of my blog readership attended the Trey/Mike/Phil Lesh & His Hired Guns concert at the fairgrounds last night. Heard it was pretty muddy. The Godz of Jam must have a rule that all such shows Shall Be Rained On.

Anyway, here are a couple of related tidbits:

Last night when I got home, I discovered a credit card “pre-approval” letter in my mailbox. Nothing strange there, I get ’em every day. The weird thing is that it was for an American Express Business Gold Rewards Card.

Stranger still was its intended recipient:

Phish
XX X Street
Burlington, VT
05401

Yep, that’s my address, with critical details omitted for “security” reasons. I don’t trust you internet lot.

But why was it for a defunct B-town jam band? A depraved joke, or cosmic coincidence? And why did it arrive on the eve of Anastasio and Gordon’s local performance?

I think I’m gonna torch the sucker. It’s bad juju.

Onwards. I found out via The Onion‘s pop culture blog “The Hater” that psychotic, right-wing bimbo Anne Coulter was a Deadhead in college. This doesn’t actually surprise me. In fact, the spoiled-rotten, whitebread, trust fund assholes clamoring around that scene in the late ’80s and early ’90s kept me from listening to the band for at least a decade.

Completely unrelated:

I received an e-mail this morning from one KM, with the subject line “I used to love the outro music to WKRP in Cincinatti.” That’s a reference to a post from back in April.

Its author claims to have “played that guitar.”

Is that you, Mr. Meaker? If so, great work!

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Casey Rea was the Seven Days music editor from 2004 until 2007. He won the 2005 John D. Donoghue award for arts criticism from the Vermont Press Association.

2 replies on “A chunk o’ random.”

  1. The McRorie one-man-band guy found my website and left a hilarious comment:”Performing and recording as a solo musician is fun.It has nothing to do with your limited few of life.McRorie”Thank goodness for the internet. It finds a different way of putting a smile on my face everyday.

  2. Dude, getting a credit card in the name of Phish is like getting the golden ticket in the Willy Wonka movie. You get to travel into a magical opulent psychedelic wonderland full of fearsome wonders, and eventually take over the company. I think it’s no mistake that you’ve been chosen.

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