MOVIE! 'Phish 3D' by Phish

My friend Valfrid whose music favorites are not essentially the same as me got a copy of 'PHISH 3D'movie from a friend on his internet. Now generally speaking I am not too hot on bands that play the sort of clean drug mish mash that a band like this might embrace, but Valfrid knows and reads AWESOME SUPER WOW and so seeing as it is not only a movie but a movie about a band, it makes sense from a viewpoint of efficient writing to watch this with him.

I arrived at Valfrid's and several of his fellow non-music music loving friends were also there. He had made a pizza consisting of isterband with particular mushrooms and his girlfriend Lotta had baked kladdkaka brownie with dark chocolate she had received in Switzerland from her aunt. Now, although I was not hungry as I'd stopped for smörgåsbord with a friend from tennis camp, the pizza and brownies were both smelling very appealing.

Valfrid had even rented a larger television to watch the movie, and the eager fans of Phish gathered around the pizza and the brownies and the television and we pressed play.

Well, first of all, it was obvious within a few minutes that the DVD copy Valfrid had recieved from his mailing list of Phish fans had something wrong. The stage and players in this band were all weirdly blurry. Soon it became apparent we needed a special sort of eye wear to enjoy it's third dimensional promises. We had a good laugh and ate a few slices. I was not aware at this juncture of the mental changes the mushroom Valfrid and Lotta had put on the pizza. It was not like my mother's svampsoppa as I'd never had her soup and felt my hands turning into gum bands! On top of this the Phish band was looking weird and they sounded like cats stuck on windmill blades. Suddenly I did not feel so well.

At the time the best course of agenda seemed to cleanse my palette with a piece of Lotta's kladdkaka. The chocolate was excellent and I ate it to the crumb. Unfortunately once again I was not told these baked goods contained drugs as well.

At this point, Phish in 3D was the least of my problems. I had managed to hold unto the rug for what seemed like a day as I feared falling off the earth. Someone handed me some water in a plastic cup but all I could appetite was the plastic on my mouth. I believe I did hear Phish play 'Happy' by The Rolling Stones but I was far from it. I awoke in the morning with my hand in my pants and large bag of Svenska Lantchips strewn around my head. The others had passed out in similar way, with Valfrid and Lotta passing out with each other's tongues touching.