The myth comes from the west coast, but it stands to reason that the best music is made in the most populated areas. Somewhere in the middle lie Phish, who, though they do hail from the confrontational, climax-grasping east, call Vermont home. Certain of their songs like “Sparkle,” “N.I.C.U.” and the jazz instrumental keyboardist-courtesy “Cars, … Continue reading “Ween and the, Excuse Me, Overly Adoptive Jam World”