When I was in New York, I was eating at a restaurant, and my waiter asked me why I was in town. I told him I was going to Madison Square Garden for Phish. My waiter said, “You don’t have to have to go all the way there for fish,” and he served me a plate of salmon. I said, “No, not that kind of fish. The jam band,” and he said, “Hey, jam’s not banned here, man,” and he dumped a bunch of raspberry jelly on my salmon. So I tried one more time; I said, “No, Trey Anastasio, Mike Gordon, John Fishman,” but by that point, he couldn’t understand me, because my mouth was so full of that fucking delicious raspberry jelly covered salmon.
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