The White Album (Disc 1 track 7)
by Mark Sherrick

Disc three, track number eight,
of Phish’s July first, 2000 concert
from Hartford, CT, is randomly selected
by my CD player’s shuffle function, and 
as the song starts, I’m taken back to the
instant the song started the first time I heard it
back on July first, standing in the middle of 
twenty seven thousand other screaming fans, 
with my arms wrapped tightly around my new girlfriend,
and hers around me, swaying back and forth to the music
with a completely peaceful look on my face, and my eyes
practically rolling back in my head because I’m so happy
and I dont know if I can stop myself 
from crying before the song finishes.
Meanwhile back here in the present, on November 1st,
the beginning of our fourth month together, 
when this song plays, as it is now, 
recently changed to repeat the one song
over and over, 
the hair on the back of my neck stands up, 
and I cant help but close my eyes, 
lean my head back, and concentrate on nothing
but the music coming from my speakers,
and remember just how happy I was for those eight minutes
back on July first.