1994 was part of an era before cell phones and ubiquitous Internet. Trying to escape the oppressive New Mexico heat, David "ZZYZX" Steinberg spent that summer driving around the country seeing a band. Phish was at a turning point in their career, still playing clubs and small theatres, but about to break into mainstream popularity. From Las Cruces to Vancouver, Canada, back to New Mexico and across the nation to Trenton, New Jersey, David saw twenty-six Phish concerts that summer. Bringing the wry sense of humor and random digressions that have made his daily "Phish Stats" Facebook updates a favorite of veteran fans and newbies alike, this book details the journey he took in the summer of '94. Between pointing out the best rest stop locations and explaining how to accidentally infuriate the band that he loves, ZZYZX brings the richness of tour to life. If you've ever wondered why someone would pack up their car with nothing but a tour calendar and a few cases of soda to sell, come along for the ride. There's always room for one more.
1994 was part of an era before cell phones and ubiquitous Internet. Trying to escape the oppressive New Mexico heat, David "ZZYZX" Steinberg spent that summer driving around the country seeing a band. Phish was at a turning point in their career, still playing clubs and small theatres, but about to break into mainstream popularity. From Las Cruces to Vancouver, Canada, back to New Mexico and across the nation to Trenton, New Jersey, David saw twenty-six Phish concerts that summer. Bringing the wry sense of humor and random digressions that have made his daily "Phish Stats" Facebook updates a favorite of veteran fans and newbies alike, this book details the journey he took in the summer of '94. Between pointing out the best rest stop locations and explaining how to accidentally infuriate the band that he loves, ZZYZX brings the richness of tour to life. If you've ever wondered why someone would pack up their car with nothing but a tour calendar and a few cases of soda to sell, come along for the ride. There's always room for one more.
