Synchronicity is when no observable cause connects two events, yet a meaning exists between them. In other words, these are your cases of real-life magic. They’re the moments that likely won’t rearrange the course of your life, but remind you that the cosmos are capable of playing little tricks to help you remember the mundane, in fact, does not always have to be so mundane.
I’m guessing little synchronicities occur in your life on a weekly basis. The trick is to recognize and appreciate them — without letting those miniature moments of magic pass you by.
It is no secret that I am a huge Phish fan. Many people don’t fully understand, most non-phans unable to see past the cut and dry of what “it” is — four dudes in a band providing concert-goers a similar experience, over and over again. What those people don’t see are the infinite moments of synchronicity I experience when I dive into the deep, shimmering expanses of the crowd. I say hello, trade stickers, tell jokes, and talk trash with fellow concert-goers — fans who might have been a stranger at one point, but this community becomes increasingly recognizable the longer you live inside it, so we will surely see each other again down the road... at the next venue, on the next tour.
Last year’s most hilarious moment of synchronicity sprung to fruition while Phish was on summer tour. I hopped on tour for three cities — catching seven shows in nine days — and the magic quickly began to unfurl.
My first stop on Phish tour was Camden, New Jersey, where about 15 of us friends rented an AirBnB just across the river in Philadelphia. Three long nights of concerts bled into three longer nights of AirBnB afterparties, where we stayed up on the roof singing, gabbing, and joking into the early hours of the morning. As it tends to go with late nights, people begin to peel off one-by-one, tired eyelids finally calling the shots. The one person who seemed to defeat all odds of weariness, night after night, was my friend Marina. When the house would finally fall quiet, Marina, with nowhere to turn, would look to her phone for company once there was no one left to talk to. On the final morning of Camden weekend, I woke to a series of screenshots from Marina. The screenshots are a long, convoluted story from the Phish subreddit. In this moment, my eyes are barely open and I can’t bother reading it.
I roll out of bed and walk down to the kitchen to find Marina, immediately asking me, “did you read the story???”
No Marina, I haven’t read the story yet. So we pull up the story and read it together.
It’s an odd story written by this random dude, the subject line entitled “compelled to throw the devil horns to Mike.” The story dives into a *subjectively* epic tale of this guy’s night at the Gorge Amphitheater years ago, where he claims to have been “momentarily tethered” to a nearby metalhead in the crowd, and was suddenly overwhelmed with the sudden desire “to throw up the devil horns.” Once he does, he says the band RIPPED into a killer "Theme From the Bottom." (This part is funny in itself because it’s not known among fans to be a rager of a song.) From there, the story goes on to explain how his night turned into one of the best he’s ever had.
“Isn’t this story so weird???” Marina asks. And I mean... yeah, she’s not wrong. The story is for sure out there. That’s the beauty of Reddit, right? Anyone can hop on and share what’s on their mind.
Off we go, onto the next tour stop — we pack up the car and head up to Saratoga Springs, New York. For those two shows, I was volunteering for the band’s nonprofit, so I headed into the venue early before it opened. After working a couple hours at the Waterwheel booth and watching the fans flood in, the energy was high, as the show was about to start. Once alleviated from my duties, I wander into the crowd to find my friends. With a giant smile on her face, I find Marina, and we’re ready to get the evening started. She turns to me and says, “I’m gonna do it.” And I’m like “do what?” And she was like, “I’m going to throw the devil horns up.” And I was like, “I don’t know... are you sure???” And in one swift moment, surrounded by a sea of people, she throws up the devil horns, and what do you f*cking know — instantly, Phish drops right into the song "Theme From the Bottom."
This moment is perfectly burned into the recesses of my mind. If that wasn’t some real-life magic, I don’t know what is. Synchronicity — it’s when no observable cause connects two events, yet surely a meaning exists between them.
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March 27, 1993
25 years ago
Set 2: Buried Alive > Halley's Comet > It's Ice > Bouncing Around the Room, Chalk Dust Torture, The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday > Avenu Malkenu > The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday > Mike's Song > I Am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove, Hold Your Head Up > Cracklin' Rosie > Hold Your Head Up, Poor Heart > Golgi Apparatus
 Beginning featured Trey on acoustic guitar.
 Fish on trombone.
 All Fall Down signal in intro.
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