Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Letters to Phish (Halloween 2010)

So I wrote these random letters to the band members of my favorite band. A few were lost before I could ever transcribe them (lost, that is, to the myriad of fans I handed them out to amidst the transcedent, tranformation of a weekend in AC!) So, without further ado...


10/28/2011
Dear Trey,

Happy Halloween. Organs blaze orange, as the red candle glow of a strumming hand engages the bass with a jack-o-lantern grin that presupposes a hi-hat crash will dive bomb emminently. I feel I've...dunnununt...never told you...dunt...the story of the ghost. So you know, if your wandered into my cavernous landscape and took a seat amidst the rocks and stalagtites of my miind, you might rejoice in teh retelling of the dawn of man, from humble beginnings to electric virility. We should harness the spirits and evoke the memories of the funk and mollasses, cruising the stratosphere and boardwalk of all hallows eve.

Yours,
Matthew Golia
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10/28/2011
Dear Trey,

I cannot imagine a world without the sweet coursing pulses of your digitally delayed loops of sonic irreverence. In moments of confusion, I let my mind drift to coherence aloft in the angelic arms of those looping booms. IN seconds a bass beat sets in like the vocal stylings of a familiar friend and along with te wacka-wacka of a an effects driven guitar lead, the percussion gains speed and taps the cymbal slowly to frenetic pace...then quiet ensues for seconds, the crowds smles jeering ear to ear, as the lights slowly loop in unison with the only sound echoing through the smoke laced air a siren loop fading into the distance only to be reborn again in the forefront of my temporal lobe...then, the delicate, crystalline silence is shattered with the re-emergence of the beat and within the groove, I am free to engage the life line of music, coursely blazed as a trail, riding it's slanted rail to the ends of it's final destination. Thank you.

Yours,
Matthew Golia
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10/27/2010
Dear Mike Gordon,

I heart bass bombs and slinky grooves that destroy my last remaining neurons before night has come clumsily to an end! In the event we should lose our way, please leave a trail of bass bets to me back to my old home place.

P.S. At least consider melting my face.

Yours,
Matthew Golia
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10/28/2010
Dear Trey,

At night, right before I fall to a sublime and angelic sleep, while I nestle into my pillow, watching my eyes slowly ease shut...I harken back to 1997, whence every jam would ooze with a funky molasses groove like being stuck in quickly drying concrete galashes. At these moments with sleep eminent, I curl myself to a fetal position and let my body course with dying thoughts of a digital delay loop screaming to the farthest reaches of my audible recognition, almost til it's gone, but I can faintly hear it, and my body in its circuitous power, is transcended to heaven amidst the loops sonic projection. Amen!

Yours,
Matthew Golia
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10/26/2010
Dear Paige,

Do you have little tiny rockets attached to your fingertips that makes them rapidly descend and cruise the plane of your many keyed instruments and defy the laws of physics? I once heard you called "the beacon of lightin the world of flight"...but then "the chairman of the boards" but then "Leo!" So which one is it?

Yours,
Matthew Golia
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10/29/2011
Dear Phish,

I think if we met you would think I was cool and even think about inviting me over to the barn to play Trivial Pursuit, or let me watch Jeopardy, with Alex Trebek, with you promptly at 7:30 each evening. I might even bring a different dynamic to the group. If we hung out I would always bring snacks. I enjoy Keebler Fudge Sticks, Beef Jerky and Arnold Palmer Beverages. I feel Saturdays are a good day of the week, maybe the best, do you? Have you ever tried an Arnold Palmer drink? I find it refershing. 1997 was good year for me, how about you? Anyways, it's getting late; could you lay down some molasses swampy granola funnk over a deep mahogany of rich psychadelia; I wold happily lap it up old school.

Yours,
Matthew Golia
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10/26/2010
Dear Trey,

For breakfast, did you have fruit loops. If yes, did it remind you that you should us that particular effect (digital delay loops)for your upcoming concerts? In my opinion Loops are good for breakfast and for Phish shows.

Yours,
Matthew Golia
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10/27/2010
Dear Trey,

I heart Loops. If you wwant to know what I enjoy, that would be digital delay loops. Do you still have that pedal effect, if so, could you attempt to free is from it's cage, a beast in the cage in an old dutch zoo, and let it echo througout the country, to be a good samaritan, and do good deeds (er Loops)!

Yours,
Matthew Golia
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10/27/2010
Dear Trey,

I heart Loops (again!). Remember in '97 during that Tube when you ended the song, then you realized the liked the jam so much, you started it back again...then you seamlessly blended the soundscape into Slave,I think?! When you started teh jam again you began a digital delay loop. There was also that Ghost, where the band brought back the funk. If you could do that again, It would be much appreciated.

Yours,
Matthew Golia _____________________________________________________________________________________