One woman from Florida made Cod and we talked about all the shows she and her friends been. Goin to meet people was fun at the start and then and I felt stuck and wanted to get out to eat or close my eyes for a moment.
People couldn't help staying at the car yet I sat down and we shared stories of meals to cook and Phish songs. Inside the venue there was blankets and people eating cheese curds drinking IPA for $10.00. Could it be that the lawn was big enough for hundreds of people and their dreams to unfold under a Phish sky with greenery surrounding the venue. Bottled waters packed in a bag over Amandas shoulder and enough music to last two to three hours.
Phishheads couldn't stand sitting around so I walked around and noticed cool hair dues, jewelry, clothes, and creative activities such as hoola hoops and different glowing balls and sticks.
The music pulls you in then throws you out with the sounds that make you want to run then stay. There wasn't much to do so you dance and shout yeah! I wanted to leave and go and leave and go then stay. The hills were alive with the sound of music.
The dryness in the air and moisture of the humidity was mild and subtle with temperature drops into the 70s while the smoke rose and the levels of gravity altered egos and dancing shoes.
day 4 prior event
After a long road trip from Indiana to Wisconsin the sounds of music still linger in the afternoon lunch preparations or in the reuniting of friends and family. There was an echoe of Treys lyics luring in the late mornings with a soft whisper mellowing out the draining plans of the day. There are circling conversations that can go on and on until further notice a change of heart or a spillage of hidden love fearful of what may become of such long road trip journeys.
There were these three sisters or something that sat next to us and they were very beautiful. It was Sunday and I stayed in the back seat to sleep some while Eric made burgers and the others sat on blankets mostly socializing and it was more of a laid back night than Saturday nights concert.
The venue was full of people and on the lawn we watched somewhere in the middle while Eric danced non stop most of the time a tall man who is in dancing shape and him and Jim who was shouting together with Eric for the music to go on and they did two more songs finishing off with contact and Frankenstein.
The car drive home became a long wait in a line of headlights along two strip of corn fields on both sides for what felt like a few years yet turned out to last only an hour in the night roads of Wisconsin.
There wasn't much to do in between sets and four of us hung out in the parking area eating or driving around Lake Geneva where we ate breakfast in a different er called Harrys and ordered Harrys specials on a limited menu while the waitress informed us that the the owners child was being baptised.
The night prior to Sundays set we ate hotdogs and grilled them put by the pool in the cheateu where we slept on the floor and shared one bathroom. Sunday night was nice at the Holiday Inn and we ate in the room hamburgers grilled out by the pool and Swedish fish.
There was a golf course on,the property and a kitchen in,the room. There was a piano bar in the lobby of the Grand Geneva where we heard puff the magic dragon and relaxed reading the U2 magazine music of 35 years and I couldn't get over how much they built as music artists.
We sat with several large yellow jackets flying around our heads waiting for the room to open up at 4pm. How does anyone stretch 4 to 6 hours without a room? There wasn't much to do and without a nap the nights concert set grew more and more difficult to understand and deliriously fragile.
I felt obligated to stand or sit on the lawn where I couldn't rest my head or use the bathroom and the night Sundays set marked me by a yellow star in the night sky guiding me through it all. I thought it was a plane nut it never moved in the dark sky. It was the sun I imagined. A star of the day that refused to set that day. It's been a month since the strobing lights aglow swept all I knew into a tornado.
The second show brought a slow pressure cooker to the brain boil and it was like having no clothes on and staying cool the moment the bubble tightened around your choices to decide.
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