Admissions: I Was A Six-Year-Old Phish Fan [The Observer]

When I was six, a relatively typical interest in music became an all-consuming obsession when I heard Phish for the first time. Against all odds, those four perpetually stoned, Vermont-born-and-raised Deadheads found resonance in my warped six-year-old mind, and their complex, endless jams inexplicably appealed to my young ears. I soon snatched up any Phish records I could get my hands on, setting a precedent for what would soon become a lifelong habit.

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