For those of you not aware of the fun we’ve been having in the Parade for the last few days regarding our brush with fame in Charlotte, NC and how that led to our 1 degree of separation with Phish, we thought we’d explain.
Apparently Trey Anastasio and Mike Gordon from the band caught the show Wednesday at The Evening Muse, a wonderful little sin den in “the city of churches” and after the set, simple as 1,2,3, they went and bought some shirts and a couple of CD’s… and those acts unto themselves were really neat. Just WOW! It warmed our hearts right into a jello-mold.
Well little did we know that they would be wearing said vestments the very next day! Now this would have been crazy enough but then they took this photo of themselves and posted it on their Facebook page, well it was just downright adorable:
Meanwhile this was getting bigger and bigger and we were receiving all kinds of texts and e-mails and lettered telegrams to our motel room near the airport. We’ll be honest because we’re musicians and that’s what we’re known for…honesty… this went to David’s head little bit. Not a big deal just a few more glances at himself in the bathroom mirror and a slightly different gait in his otherwise humble strut is all…but something was changing in him.
Oh, but then the next night came and they played their rock-n-roll concert show there in the amphitheater and lo and behold Trey and Mike are wearing the shirts and holy Moses smell the roses!!!
Well that just about sent David into a whole other highfalutin stratosphere of social class and he was becoming quite taken with his new status in society. Invitations just came flooding in. They’d read something like; “Dear T-Shirt Guy, please come to our fancy party where we will be serving fish on crackers and such.” Or “Dear Dude From The T-shirt, I wrote a movie based on your life starring George Clooney and Fran Drescher and it would mean a great deal to Mr. Lucas and me if you would fly out to Cannes Film Festival for the premier tomorrow evening.”
And then there was the letter from Luigi Martini the famous olive baron and owner of Olive Garden Corporation; “Dear Bearded Shirt Man, If you can find it in your schedule to attend my kids high-school graduation, it would be belissimo.”
As you can imagine, we didn’t hear the end of it from David. He was sucked into the whole scene! Then later that same night, at that very same Phish show, on their very last song, they projected his face as big as day on 50 foot screens and bowed to him as their god, Icculus.
Now you don’t need a degree in cultural anthropology from Carl Jung University to know that there’s no such a god in the whole wide world as Icculus. But lord knows that didn’t stop those boys from posting more videos this weekend of their flock testifying before their latest totem.
And more distressed we could not be!
David now insists that his new distinction as a “living god” should entitle him to one half of a bench seat in the van and that no one should look him in the eye when he’s sucking Wendy’s Frosty through a straw, which he insists his omnipotence gives him the power to do. We say, IMPOSSIBLE!!!
If you don’t believe a word of this and you want a reliable and credible source to corroborate our story, here you go -The MOST dependable noodle rock news on the planet – “The Gravy Lady” of the tie-dye set, JamBase.com!
They state it plain and simple and we’re quoting directly now, “David Mayfield of The David Mayfield Parade is Icculus the new god of Phish followers. All hail the great master!” Read it for yourself:
As for us, we won’t let this whole nutty episode define us. We plan to keep touring. Singing songs and rocking out stages! Spreading our message. Building a ship similar to the Nebulon-B, making predictions, you know, the usual band things.
And now you know why The David Mayfield Parade is knocking at your door!.