That's right. On August 15th, 2004, the boys from Burlington put down their instruments and called it quits. I've been depressed all day, and yesterday as well... "The Curtain With" is playing and replaying in my mind... I've basically been comatose with angst for the past 48 hours, with no end in sight. "I woke up one morning in November, and I realized I love you." Oh, Mike, so did I-- but it was an April afternoon around 4 o'clock when I got my first Phish orgasm from a deep, swampy, surging Free. "I'll travel with you, you're my sweet one." Jon, Fish, namesake, I'd travel as far as it took just to see you... and although the four of you may be seperated, I send my love and hope on planes, trains, cars, trucks, and buses until the good feelings reach each one of you. "My frozen heart begins to thaw and burn, 'til layer after layer melts away into a pool." Page, your warm chords and clear voice relieved me in some of my darkest hours. You and your bandmates' ideals of freedom and originality gave me a base from which I extended my own creativity... for the first time in my life, the people I looked up to were encouraging me to travel as far I as could go. You gave me a new definition of beauty, and showed me that achievement requires unrelenting dedication. You lifted me from my teenage pettiness and showed me a new way. "This isn't really a stupid song, this is, this is a special song... this is an important song.. this is a dance song!" That's right, Trey-- every song was a special song. Your optimism, determination, confidence, and skill made it so. Your dedication to the band and sense of humor continue to inspire me. Thank you, Phish. I will never forget you, as long as I live. Happy anniversary, everyone.