A band that creates music that can only be appreciated under heavy drug use. Songs consist of repeating the same phrases over and over again, and then noodling the same few notes over on a guitar for 10 minutes. Loved by hippies of all ages and hated by everyone else
by Mike121324 August 22, 2007
A word that transvestites or gay men use for women. Sometimes they also use "Tuna" "Sushi" "Coy" or any other specie of fish.
by lde88 May 15, 2009
by Jon_K May 29, 2003
A contemporary jam band contrived of four musicians, plodding along with guitars, keyboards, drums, bass, and voice, containing "lyrics." Ironically, despite rampant allegations of creative genius, these perpetual noodlers are a regressive bore, with their roots firmly entrenched in the already explored and conquered vein by a forty year old jam band called (the)grateful dead.
If length were the yardstick of musical greatness, these silly men are the Ron Jeremy of jam bandom. Unfortunately for them and their fans, it isn't. Where Grateful Dead were a respectable band charting new musical territory while hitch-hiking the social torrent of the 1960's, Phish are an evolutionary hangover of that scene; an appendix, floating there aimlessly amidst the rest of the musical organism, only to hemorrhage on the unsuspecting college student.
These fans fall into either one of two stereotypes with 98% reliability. (The other two percent, although statistically negligible, are generally people that have errantly meandered into a group of Phish fans, having been the accidental beneficiary of a contact high. They follow the sheep looking for Doritos.
Type A: This Phish fan comes from the bowels of baby-boom parents. There is a strange and disconcerting melange of Benjamins and tie-die, patchouli and birkenstocks. They arrive at college in a Volkswagen Jetta fitted with a ski-rack, and they will smoke mercury (Hg) as long as you remind them that it is "natural." Fronting the failed idealism of "peace, love, and happiness," these people are like a badger in a dishwasher (on) when confronted with actual hardship. Not so loving, indeed. (To witness what a cognizant human being deduces from this mentality, read the lyrics of "Common People" by Pulp).
Type B: This type is equally offensive in odor and candor, however lacks the ability to establish an actual friendship. They want your drugs. Everything else is inconsequential.
Many fans cite grandiose concert performances as another crucial perk of the Phish experience (e.g. hot dog suits and sparkles, sometimes even balloons and disco balls (!). These, of course, are convenient distractions to the painful reality that you are listening to an eighteen minute circle-jerk lubricated with hashish and patchouli (dirt). A Phish show is an Auschwitz of terrible guitar tone and stupidity, albeit with fewer ashes (not by many) and with corpses that move slightly more.
Fact: The lyrics of this music will decrease your I.Q. score 13 points (+/-2). Do not attempt to comprehend Phish "lyrics." Do not confuse these "lyrics" as anything besides the comparable babble of a toddler with a annoying and terminal language disorder.
If length were the yardstick of musical greatness, these silly men are the Ron Jeremy of jam bandom. Unfortunately for them and their fans, it isn't. Where Grateful Dead were a respectable band charting new musical territory while hitch-hiking the social torrent of the 1960's, Phish are an evolutionary hangover of that scene; an appendix, floating there aimlessly amidst the rest of the musical organism, only to hemorrhage on the unsuspecting college student.
These fans fall into either one of two stereotypes with 98% reliability. (The other two percent, although statistically negligible, are generally people that have errantly meandered into a group of Phish fans, having been the accidental beneficiary of a contact high. They follow the sheep looking for Doritos.
Type A: This Phish fan comes from the bowels of baby-boom parents. There is a strange and disconcerting melange of Benjamins and tie-die, patchouli and birkenstocks. They arrive at college in a Volkswagen Jetta fitted with a ski-rack, and they will smoke mercury (Hg) as long as you remind them that it is "natural." Fronting the failed idealism of "peace, love, and happiness," these people are like a badger in a dishwasher (on) when confronted with actual hardship. Not so loving, indeed. (To witness what a cognizant human being deduces from this mentality, read the lyrics of "Common People" by Pulp).
Type B: This type is equally offensive in odor and candor, however lacks the ability to establish an actual friendship. They want your drugs. Everything else is inconsequential.
Many fans cite grandiose concert performances as another crucial perk of the Phish experience (e.g. hot dog suits and sparkles, sometimes even balloons and disco balls (!). These, of course, are convenient distractions to the painful reality that you are listening to an eighteen minute circle-jerk lubricated with hashish and patchouli (dirt). A Phish show is an Auschwitz of terrible guitar tone and stupidity, albeit with fewer ashes (not by many) and with corpses that move slightly more.
Fact: The lyrics of this music will decrease your I.Q. score 13 points (+/-2). Do not attempt to comprehend Phish "lyrics." Do not confuse these "lyrics" as anything besides the comparable babble of a toddler with a annoying and terminal language disorder.
by honeybadger May 14, 2008
by jb66oftheblack July 11, 2008
A band that young kids like to pretend is good because
A. Their too high to know other wise
or
B. Have no sense of musical taste
Phish is also a band that empathatic idiots convince themself have some sort of message of "peace" because they are "not an angry scene". This band is also the worst provider of the so called messages it claims to have, because all the listeners are to busy getting high or, listenting to phish, to do anything about peace and love and their morals they pretend to have. Phish is also the a terribly uncochieve group, that sounds like four decent musicians all trying to compete for one really high hippy chick. Anyone follower or believer in the saying "phish could destroy your faviorte band on stage" is a fool because for one, they are a terrible band, that are completly chaotic and nonsensical, and also phish supposdely represents this non-competive non-angry vibe, which doesn't exist in that saying. To wrap up phish in a sentence, "Grateful Dead rip off, for new age empathic rich deuche bags with more drugs than morals."
A. Their too high to know other wise
or
B. Have no sense of musical taste
Phish is also a band that empathatic idiots convince themself have some sort of message of "peace" because they are "not an angry scene". This band is also the worst provider of the so called messages it claims to have, because all the listeners are to busy getting high or, listenting to phish, to do anything about peace and love and their morals they pretend to have. Phish is also the a terribly uncochieve group, that sounds like four decent musicians all trying to compete for one really high hippy chick. Anyone follower or believer in the saying "phish could destroy your faviorte band on stage" is a fool because for one, they are a terrible band, that are completly chaotic and nonsensical, and also phish supposdely represents this non-competive non-angry vibe, which doesn't exist in that saying. To wrap up phish in a sentence, "Grateful Dead rip off, for new age empathic rich deuche bags with more drugs than morals."
"Yo dood I'm tottaly baked off this dank bud, wait is this metallica (or any other band slayer, sonic youth, nirvana etc...) damn their drummer and bassist are playing in sinct, lets ditch this angry scene, and go dig some phish in my car... and smoke more"
by listen to the dead June 18, 2005
One of the worst bands of all time. Stay away, they will bore the hell out of you. The only good thing is their concerts are heavily filled with drugs.
"Woah man I just came back from a Phish concert."
"Were they good?"
"No man but i got totally wasted!"
"Were they good?"
"No man but i got totally wasted!"
by clashhhh June 3, 2005