for the last 6 years, it’s been a christmas eve tradition in my family -well, for my brother and i at least- to watch “bittersweet motel,” the phish documentary directed by todd phillips.

i actually watched it three days ago, but it’s tradition, so i’ll be watching again tonight, and if you somehow haven’t seen this before and you even remotely like that little band from vermont, then this is required viewing.

so tell nana and papa to strap in for what will surely be an ear-pissing, bad-review-reading, headless-picture-taking, mental case rocking good time. and make sure you wear that new shirt you undoubtedly received from some well-meaning but possibly color blind aunt.