  David Marchese  Four years after hanging an "out to lunch"
sign on their front door, jam band godheads Phish have announced
that they're reuniting for a series of shows at the Hampton
Coliseum in Virginia next March, with further touring also in
the works. Doubtless there are many for whom this news registers
as little more than a non-Zeppelin ripple in the sea of reunion
rumors, but for Phishheads, this is huge -- and not just because
they won't have to fake it at Disco Biscuits concerts anymore.
Instead, their world has been reborn.  Is this a good thing?  I
won't pretend I was anything more than a Phish dilettante, but
there was a time in my life when I religiously bought the studio
albums, scoured the internet for live shows, and made sure I saw
Trey, Page, Fish, and Mike whenever they came to town. But I
never traded tapes or joined the great tie-dyed hordes and
followed the band on tour. Frankly, I was never 100% sold on the
music, either. I was way more into Phish ballads like "Prince
Caspian" and "W