Theyve announced Phil shows in NYC. Sweet.

That ridiculous 11(?) night run at the Beacon in 01 was a life changing and healing experience for many , myself included.

One of the shows was the day George Harrison died and Phil played a set list that told the story of Georges life....

OH Also , one of the nights was the Day Illian Gonzoles was snatched away at gun point in Miami...
I remember the Cumberland Blues being very poianiant " I dont know now, I just dont knowww If im going back again..."

Being that it was post 9/11, one evening, firemen and police came out to give/get some love from Phil and the folks of NYC ,
it was one of those moments.

Then after 10 days of music the last lyrics sung to the crowd were St Stephen>Brokedown palace

What would be the awnser to the awnser man>

Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one.
All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone.

Going to leave this brokedown palace,
On my hand and knees, I will roll, roll, roll.
Make myself a bed in the waterside,
In my time, I will roll, roll roll.

It was so heavy ....

Phils mystical grasp on the audiences prepherial mindset and his ancient knowledge coupled with the vast arsenal of Robert Hunters lyrics enables him to miraculously tell a stories and comment/describe/reflect on current events and make sense of it all thru song .

Such an amazing guy. He reminds me of the Elf king from Lord of the Rings...

Seperated at birth?

My friend ...Ill call him "SENIOR"... and I were on 03 summer tour...
after exausting all the deemsters we rode into PA to catch the legendary
Starlake show.
But as fate would have it,
for the last few days id watched this monstrous zit on the side of "SENIOR"s neck grow from a mear zit to a mammoth goiter the size and look of a pink tennis ball.
It was morbidly grotesque and freaking me out.
That morning , I took SENIOR to the nearest hospital and wished him luck...
5 hours later...
he was out ...
And the lump that had once had its own area code,
was now a seismic spelunking wonder...
because where the abomitable protrusion had once thrived on the toxic sanguine of my dear friend,
there was now a deep canyon of hollowed out living flesh.
I could see 1 1/2" deep into the gaping apature in the side of his neck.
With each breath I could see tendons and ligiments moving in the raw open flesh that used to be mearly a stump of meat that held his head up.
So ,
Off to the show...
First set is amazing... we 'rage' the intermission and SENIOR has been camly ranting about the 'Crosseyed' teases during the first set.
Repeating over and over again something to the nature of -
"DID YOU HEAR THOSE FUCKING CROSSEYED TEASES!!???!?!"
So the lights go out ...
SENIORs practically foaming at the mouth like a rabid animal on PCP
Cursing the air like a demon possesed...
"ITS GOTTA BE THE CROSSEYED! ITS GOTTA BE!"
...
"JA NA NA! JA JA NA NA!!!"
"!!!HOLY SHIT!!!"
And Trey sang these words...

"Lost my SHAPE-Trying to act casual!
Can't stop-I might end up in the HOSPITAL
I'm changing my shape-I feel like an accident
They're back!-To explain their experience
Isn't it weird/Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away/And that was their policy
I'm ready to leave-I push the fact in front of me
Facts lost-Facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there!-No information left of any kind
Lifting my head-Looking for danger signs
There was a line/There was a formula
Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hole in us
There was a line/There was a forula
Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hole in us
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
The feeling returns/Whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside
The island of doubt-It's like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight-Got the message from the oxygen
Making a list-Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right-Facts are useless in emergencies
The feeling returns/Whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/Looking around inside.
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts don't stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting..."
Ok what do I win...: )

Raw salmon in seaweed>
Salad in seaweed >
Mushrooms stuffed with vegan pate>
Fruit salad>
Sprouted sunflowers>
pineapple>
Vegan brownie>
ENCORE:
Homemade Pistachio milk


The steal your pumpkin is rotting away on my back porch, so im taking pictures of it every day till its totally gone.
Then I will make an animated gif of the pumpkin decomposing.. : )

I want to give credit to the hilarious folks having a conversation on pp.com for inspiring this.

Quote from: allstar -.
"Trey is cloning himself so he finds a good enough bassist to play with himself.
Then he will have another cloned Trey play drums. Eventually, he'll teach himself keys so he can clone again and play them.
Then, and only then, will there be musicians Trey deems good enough to play with."

Quote from: JHenry
Then it will clearly be Trey Band...