I tore my meniscus at a Phish show and ended up in a knee brace. A funny, honest take on injury, MRIs, medial unloaders, and midlife pain.
Tripping at a Phish Show: A Un-Psychedelic “Experience”
At a 2024 Phish show in Mansfield, MA, what started as a joyful night of music with my longtime concert buddy turned into a full-blown middle-aged reality check. From euphoric jams to an unexpected faceplant in the parking lot, here's the cautionary—and hilarious—tale of how one epic encore exit turned me into 'that guy.' A must-read for Phish fans, aging rockers, and anyone clinging to the glory days.
