Ha.

In that case, I'd like to thank the Academy, the Nitrous Mafia, the Soul Patrol, and whatever was the name of the post-grad international relations program I attended in The Hague in the summer of 1996. None of this would have been possible without any of you.

This is about last on the list of Phish and life achievements I ever thought I could stumble into - I marvel at the fans who are really really good at this. But here. We. Are. Just because We The Fans At Melkweg yelled out such a bunch of distinctly awkward chords (to be played to a ska beat, I believe). I usually don't even listen to the clips, (and today was surfing over to check last night's recap) but I recognized that terrible progression (to about 90% degree of certainty) instantly.

I feel like I've won the lottery, never having bought a ticket.

:::wipes away tear; sniffles:::

That said, I don't have a use for the LP download - I hardly download and keep music at all. So please tag this onto someone else's prize in the future!
And *that* said ... gimme mah weeeeeed!!! gimme my $35 to go to the swap meet ... I'm in da mon - eeeeeeee!!!

Party on, Garth.