To those who don't know, I'm an avid people watcher. It's really my favourite. I enjoy observing all kinds of people. Some make me laugh while others make me.... laugh as well. To the extent that I am grossed out by the dream world that the real hippies live in, I have to say that they make the most interesting of study subjects and this past Thursday I had the distinct pleasure of attending the people-watcher's paradise that is a Phish concert!
What outsiders might find shocking is the fact that some fully-grown (physically, not so much mentally) "people" wander around the country following their favourite bands... armed with hula-hoops. I don't normally enjoy making fun of the mentally challenged, but these people really need to get a life, really. There's nothing wrong with embracing youth and enjoying the more trivial things life has to offer, but hula-hooping full-time is not a respectable occupation.
The idea of offering free hugs is nothing new. Hippies have been offering hugs for years. But something worth mentioning is a guy I saw wandering around with some beers and a sign taped to his chest that read "my beers for your hugs." What the fuck? Was he not loved as a child? Does he really really really love hugs SOOOOO much that he is willing to pay for them in beers? Is he just a pervert? I don't know and I don't want to know. It's really sick.
The hippie community as whole is very watchable, whether it's pre-show in the "lot" or observing their memorable yet interchangeable dance moves during the concert. If you're not a fan of any sort of jamband music, I'd still recommend checking out a Phish concert once in your life for the spectacle that it is. That or pitching a show to National Geographic or Discovery that observes hippies in their natural habitats. I'd watch.
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