Anyway, as the flurries started falling on the band, I felt like I was being transported to Vermont, watching Phish play in a light, gentle snow. Beautiful site. I am standing there drinking the Vodka, which is tasting as clean as cold air at seven below... and it starts snowing harder & harder until a practical Blizzard is in MSG. I am on a spiritual plane of snow, Phish, & Vodka! Next, Runaway Jim! Chug the the rest of the Vodka... Balloons come down... off we go!

- Joe