It started late this morning with the arrival of a few past-their-prime camper vans and rusty station wagons with Vermont and Maine license plates. By lunchtime, one couldn’t help but notice all the ponytails, facial hair, and worn-out t-shirts. This afternoon, the people in front of me at the CVS checkout line were buying a healthy quantity of Cheetos and Visine. There can be only one explanation: Phish is playing at Fenway Park.
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Ha. Well, for the Dave Matthews concerts, actual marijuana dealers (the kind who loiter on street corners with big coats in warm weather) swarmed the neighborhood. Doesn’t get classier than that.
For the record, I dispute the suggestion that the waning popularity of jam bands means the music scene is benighted…