My friend, my friend he's got a knife A statement from his former life When he was easy but alone Beside him was an empty throne But what of silver silken blade Affix his gaze, his features staid Grasps the handle, clips the cable One steps up, sits at his table My friend, my friend, he's got a knife My friend, my friend, he's got a wife My friend, my friend, the clever ruse Persuasion through his thoughts peruse A hidden relic from his past That wasn't there when he looked last He feels it ticking like a bomb Feeding fear, assaulting calm Takes the object, starts the game Moves closer to the flame My friend, my friend, the clever ruse My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse My friend, my friend, he's got a knife

I've been at literally thousands of Dead, Phish, Widespread, SCI, and Rusted Root shows plus music festivals, if you combine all the tickets and nights going back 4 decades. I lost track of the exact count a long time ago, but it has to add up to at between 1500 and 2000 at this point. And that doesn't include the other greats, like Jewel, Tori, Alison, p-funk, marley, most all the great roots reggae, I've made it a priority and privilege to enjoy live.

Umphreys is good, I've only seen them at festivals, and not individually, and I tend to enjoy the more mellow sides of the genre, whereas they take things a little more up tempo and aggressive for my taste, but they definitely have their place in the pantheon of jam band/improvisational rock.

Been there too! In one of my more drunken, embarrassing moments I was having sex on the lawn at Walnut Creek Amphitheater during a dmb show

Luckily it was packed show, and long before the camera phone/social media generations, so it went unnoticed.

Lol! Nice