The sun was shining as I passed by Colfax and Sherman. Popping a squat on the green bench on the north side of the street, where people sit and wait for the bus, was a large woman in sweatpants and a coat too warm for such a nice day. Below her, a pool started to form. At first it looked like someone had spilled a drink, but there was no empy cup. The pool grew larger under the woman's shadow. After another minute or so, she stood up, looked left and right as casually as she could, and pulled her pants back up over her booty.
And then she sat back down on the bench, careful not to put her feet in the puddle below.
Later that night, a mile further east at the new Twist & Shout, 400 people packed the place. Some had brought guitars, some CDs, some pictures. One person had even brought an industrial-size bottle of mustard. All for the man of the hour's autograph.
"It's hidden far away, but some day I may tell, the tale of metal tangle when into your world I fell," he sang as he strummed his acoustic. "Without you now I wander soaking, secretly afraid, 'cause in your grasp the fears don't last and some of them have stayed."
It was kind of Trey to stick mostly to old Phish tunes for the eight or so songs. He was the lead guitarist of Phish for more than twenty years, and has been doing solo gigs since Phish broke up in 2004. Still, most of us wished the rest of Phish was onstage alongside Trey — and with luck, maybe that day will come.
But in the meantime, Twist & Shout has created great memories, and also given me high hopes for this great local record shop with high ceilings, soft lighting for onstage performances and incredible acoustics. If this is the direction in which Colfax is headed, it's going my way. — Luke Turf
