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Although Phish has kept a handful of bluegrass numbers in the rotation since the early ‘90s (such as genre standards “Uncle Pen” and “I’m Blue, I’m Lonesome”), and the spring ’94 tour with Rev. Jeff Mosier amplified the group’s affection for the genre, it was never all that apparent that Phish felt a very deep connection with the body of acoustic music from the Appalachians to the Ozarks which constitutes this country’s “traditional music.” While the heavy hand of 70’s classic rock is evident, it’s hard to find much of an influence in the Phish sound from the English and Scottish ballads of the 19th century, the pre-blues fife-and-drum combos of the Georgia Sea Islands, the sublime melancholy of the Mississippi Delta Blues, or the front stoop virtuosity of bluegrass. 

So it was both tantalizing and surprising when Trey said in a Relix interview in 2003 that he would have suggested Bob Dylan’s Basement Tapes as the “musical costume” if Phish had elected to play Halloween that year. In fact, he said he was listening to the album frequently on summer tour, courtesy of the iPod with which he and the other band members had been equipped. Although the original “basement tapes” date from 1969 and not the misty backyard horizon of inherited music, it is a body of work which sprang from that tradition; see “Quinn the Eskimo” for a more detailed description of the “basement tapes” (dozens of songs cut informally in Woodstock in ’69) and Basement Tapes (1975 Columbia release, complete with some overdubs).

The selection of this track from the other similarly worthy numbers is apparently due to the lyrics; debuting the song only a few days before the tour-closing festival, Trey hesitated several seconds before completing the couplet, “We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep/ when we get up to...it.” One imagines that other songs from the album contain the word “it,” but for whatever reason the band deemed this song more appropriate. (It does include also an instruction to “pick up your money and pack up your tent.”)

The single Phish performance to date from 7/30/03 owes some debt to the arrangement of the song popularized by The Byrds.

(Dylan)
© Dwarf Music

Clouds so swift
Rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

I don’t care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!