The Button-Down Mind Of Jerry Garcia
You look like someone rubbed a balloon on you.
” I is what I is, man. You got this hang up on appearances. Stop lingering on the surface and try to delve a little deeper. Get a bit of the human condition, right? You’re a writer, right?”
“Seriously, man: no matter how many jokes about haircuts you make, it doesn’t add up to the Great American Novel.”
I also enjoy making fun of your clothes.
All right, all right, okay: deeper. Get into your head?
“Yeah, man. there’s a universe in there – more neurons than there are stars, that whole bit.”
Fine. I will now get into your head.
“If you can.”
You’d like to get out of the sun and you want some Persian.
“Okay, yeah, but generally there’s more going on.”
I like how you hang your effects pedals up like you hunted them in the forest and stuffed and mounted them.
“Y’know, you’re a goddamned weirdo, sometimes.”
“Okay, try Mickey. What’s Mickey thinking about?”