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.
I Tore My Meniscus And My Ego
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.
My Unlikely Teenage Diagnostician: Part 1
In the mid-’90s, Abby—a quiet, confident teenage empath with a mysterious presence—was the first to sense something was wrong. Her piercing intuition and outsider charm made her an unlikely but powerful early diagnostician.
There Must Be Something More Than This: Phish and the Evolution of a Teenage Brain
I’m 15. Scott comes home from overnight camp – it’s the summer of 1993 – pops a cassette into the tape deck and says, “Listen to this.” Scott was my musical oracle; the one whose collection became the soundtrack of my teen years, played in the background throughout endless rounds of 500 Rummy and high… Continue Reading →