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So our two real-time options are to have dropouts on the stream, or listen to assholes in person talk/holler during the music (and I'm not even talking about "whoos" because one could make a case, though I wouldn't, that that adds something to the ambiance). The irony is the more quiet intricate sections are even more obfuscated by the shitheads. I want to hear Page's subtle solo, not your primal scream or a discussion about your new girlfriend/boyfriend/inflatable dummy. And no, it's not just Phish shows, but it seems like they're the worst now out of the bands I see live. Or, because the usher isn't paying attention other fucksticks think it's okay to cut in and stand in front of MY paid seats. It helps being 6'2", 250 and pissed off to clear the riffraff off, but that's not the vibe I go to Phish to get. Some of us actually do care about actually hearing the music and seeing the band, and not the back of your head (unless it's lawn....). If any of the above fits your behavior, like I said repeatedly at the Mann, fuck YOU.
Maybe the couch tour isn't quite as bad as you make it out to be, if it at least comes with MP3s afterwards.