For thirty years I programmed with Phish on, every day

For thirty years I programmed with Phish on, every day. In 2026, the music is out of phase with the work. Someone on the Phish Facebook group reposted a TikTok overdub. Vanessa Bayer and Paul Rudd at a lunch table, losing their minds to a song while their coworkers stare. The original was Fleetwood Mac. Whoever made it swapped in “Down With Disease.” That move is Phish fans in miniature. Someone cared enough about the song and the bit that they rebuilt a piece of pop culture around the band. That’s how the scene works. People spend their time doing things like this for free, because the music asks for it. For thirty years, that was me at my desk. I used to make a joke that if I ever had to interview for a new job, I’d need to ask the interviewer to put Phish on so I could actually program for them. I’d say it as a joke, because saying it straight would have made it sound deranged. But it wasn’t a joke. After three decades, the cue and the state had fused. I could not, with any reliability, get into the zone without the music. The conditioning was complete and I knew it. I would make the joke and people would laugh, and I would laugh too, and underneath that we both knew I was telling the truth. I got into Phish in 1995. By then I had already been programming for years, self-taught. In 1998 I got my first professional job in tech. I was 15. Around that time I also tried to get a normal teenage job. There was a grocery store near my house and I went in to apply, figuring I could bag groceries on weekends like everybody else. They turned me down. Not because I was too young or too inexperienced. They told me I was overqualified. A 15 year old kid with programming on his application was, somehow, too much for the grocery store. So I kept programming. There was never any other plan. All I ever wanted to do was listen to Phish and program. That was the whole list. It didn’t have qualifiers. It didn’t have a third thing I sometimes wanted instead. There was no balance I was striving for. There was the music and the code, and there wasn’t anything else competing for the space. I was blessed enough to be able to make a career out of it. For thirty years, the thing I most wanted to do was the thing I got paid for. That isn’t true for most people, and I knew it then, and I know it now. Other kids my age were figuring out what they liked, trying things on, growing into and out of phases. I was watching them do it from a desk. I had picked early. I started writing code as a kid. I heard Phish for the first time at thirteen. By the time I was fifteen and had a professional gig, the picking was settled. I had two things, and I didn’t want a third. If I had a free Friday night, I knew what I was doing with it. If I had a long weekend, I knew what I was doing with it. If a holiday came up, I knew what I was doing with it. The activity didn’t change. The output changed, the project changed, the song changed, but the shape of the time was constant. For the next three decades, that’s what it stayed. I would put on Phish and write code. That was the day. That was the night. It was my job, and it was also my hobby, and there was no seam between them. The work I did in that state was the work I am most proud of. Distributed systems. Backend services. The hard stuff that needs you to hold a lot in your head at once and stay there. Phish is a band that rewards you for staying in one place for a long time. The jams are long. The compositions unfold. If you give it an hour, it gives you something back. That matched the shape of the work exactly. Before grad school, I had a day job at Berklee College of Music writing music software, and night classes at Northeastern. I’d take the 12:00 AM train home. I’d put Junta on as I sat down. Most nights I’d fall asleep to it before the train pulled in. (This might be why I love “Foam” so much.) I was in graduate school for a decade. The bulk of the dissertation, more than two hundred pages by the end, got written between 2021 and 2023, after I came back to Pittsburgh from Europe. I was too poor to travel to shows. So I planned nights of couch tour. There was a live stream. I would set it up on one screen and write on the other. The band would play in Hampton or Alpine Valley or wherever, and I would write about distributed systems while they played, and at some point in the second set the dissertation would crack open a little and I would understand something I had not understood that morning. The dissertation is the longest single thing I made inside that ritual, but it isn’t the only thing. Entire pieces of production software came out of those nights too. Systems that ran for years, handled real load, served real users. Whole systems, from the first commit to the version that shipped. I’d put a show on and stay inside the work until something existed that hadn’t existed when the show started. I have listened to Phish every day since I was fifteen. Every day. The years I liv

For thirty years I programmed with Phish on, every day

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