Thoughts On The Bobby

When it comes to the Dead, all opinions and obsessions are acceptable except for the ones that are wrong and weird. Wanna love Brent over Keith? Fine, zay gezunt, but if you have a full-back portrait of Vince, we’re not going to be wiling away the afternoon hours scoping out the fly betties at the Food Court. Your judgement is not to be trusted. AUD guys, spinners, that sort of thing.

Also, when it comes to Bobby, all opinions and obsessions are acceptable, except for one opinion: that Bobby wasn’t a truly deep musician and absolute master of his musical surroundings.

Listen to Bobby during Dark Star. He is doing some outlandish, upper-level musician shit. Bobby is a motherfucker, plain and simple, although his contribution to the Dead is often, ahem, overshadowed by certain other things.

Take Note, Bobby

THIS is how you look cool in an Izod shirt.

Dead On 3…1,2,3: Dead!

I’ll give 5-2 odds that this confab ended with a certain someone asking for everything to be repeated because he wasn’t listening.

The Very Definition Of Shit-Eating Grin

Why would you ask me which room Mrs. Donna Jean is in? How should I know?

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.

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?

House Hunters: San Francisco

“So, the apartment has two bedrooms, two baths, aaaaaaaaand it’s just been burned down accidentally. Have you thought about a condo?”

Pictures Of Philly

Look behind Billy. Seriously, WTF?