Dear Ivan::
During the fall tour, each band member kept a journal of thoughts. Most of the journals, I might add, were black and hard-bound, though I often spoke into a Voice Organizer. If we liked certain sets, songs, or jams in particular, we wrote notes to remember. Rather than looking for specific songs or qualities, we just notated feelings about our experiences ["I felt blue inside. My heart cried while my jowls screamed with laughter"]. In January, we compared notes, and when there was some consensus, we told "Shelly", and she made tapes for each of us (she did a great job).
For two months, we listened to hundreds of hours of music. We listened in cars, at home and in the woods with a Walkman. One time, as an experiment, I listened to a tape while lying on the iced meniscus of a small stream, in case the anticipation of breakage would affect the sound of the music. It was an interesting process for all of us. We found that our favorite music on tape was somewhat different from our favorite memories. For example, we may have had fond memories of Spartansburg or "Nashville Bowie and The Horse from East Lansing," but our ears perked up to crap from Bangor and Santa Monica. Though we made an effort to have more unreleased than recently released material, song selection was less important than how the selections moved us. Often we agreed, and sometimes we had to fight it out and convince each other to relisten until the votes were unanimous. I said, "The other version is more lively," and Trey said, "Yeah, but I like this one because we were tired and mad at the time, and it sounds darker." One time, I thought a song sounded like pig bile while Fish was swimming in heaven. Rather than pull him into my pig bile, I dared climb up to his heaven. That was Hood. When we had it down to 3 1/2 cassettes, the four of us drove through Vermont farmland listening. We saw a square house at lakeside, we shared stuffed mushroom caps at a restaurant, and drove on saying, "Yes, Oh no," or "This song makes me want to punch." Finally, we asked people on the Phish.net to vote on their first choices, and we ended up using one or two of them. Lo and behold, it was time for "Jason" to send us 3,247 tour photos for inspection. They would be arranged by "Carol" into a 48 page CD booklet, and shoved into an environmentally appropriate cluster. We saw Marshall with a birthday hat, Fishman in an acrobat act, Gactin by has rack, and Bonnie yacking with tact. What title would front this mess? Tweezer Alive? Spontaneous Wu? Maggie's Revenge [band suspended with Hoist horse below]? The Glory of Rock Part II? Bonnie?
Mike