Yesterday, Steve Hayward prodded me about how many Phish concerts I’ve been to. The answer is…none!

I doubt a lot of guys in Vegas just bitterly threw down their betting slips upon hearing that news.

But while I’ve been to a fair share of concerts, I should say that in general I don’t like them. I didn’t like them that much when I was teenager and I don’t much like ‘em now. Few things bring out my mysanthropy more, in fact, than watching a bunch of humans jump up and down and go crazy like they’re back around the cave campfire. I don’t know why this is. I do like music — though not as much as when I was younger — and I’ve had a good time at a couple concerts. But in general, I end up watching the crowd more than the band out of some sick fascination with their antics.

I suspect I will have a similar approach to the inaugural.