The Pyramidial Tracts

Egypt was a problem, a disaster, a lovely vacation, an apparently epic party, the setting for about a hundred pages of Kesey’s late-period hairy-chestedness.  The third show was decent; the tapes are readily available. There are even videos:

Now, understand that this is not a fan video or something shot on an iPhone, mostly because it was ’78, but also because this is the official film. The best they could do.

So, no triple-album with limited theatrical release film attached, no recouping $650,000. Bupkiss. On the other hand, the Grateful Dead played in front of the Pyramids under a total eclipse.

So, God bless America, huh?

Hell Of A Drug #4

The only reason Garcia is not doing more drugs is because he has run out of hands.

Hell Of A Drug #3

Phil nearly started a riot at the quiet little office where you get your passport when he insisted on using this as his picture.

River Deep, Mountain Girl

I would be physically unable to call another human being “Mountain Girl” without making a hash of the thing and being thrown out of the room for harshing everyone’s groovy groove. Nor would I be able to substitute MG, knowing as I do what it stands for.

“Mountain Girl, would you pass the salt, please?”

No. I could not do that.

 

Mountain Girl had Kesey’s baby, then Garcia’s kid. She wins being a Hippie Chick.

Jerry Curl

Look at his skinny little legs, which are encased in the worst set of trousers known to man. Has Garcia ever met a proper pantaloon? A suitable slack?