How Many Birds In Pharaoh?

Now, a good joke would have been to have snuck into the tombs before everybody got there and install a fake panel of hieroglyphics with a Stealie inscribed in it. Of course, Billy would probably take it as a sign, scream “I’M A MOTHERFUCKING HIGHLANDER, YOU ANNUAL VALLEY-FLOODING SONS-OF-BITCHES!” and take off, ripping off his clothes as he punched every dick on his way out of the Valley of the Kings.

p.s. The title to this post is the answer to, “What did the Ancient Egyptian student say to his spelling teacher?”

All In, Agreed?

Here’s what’s on Garcia’s mind: Oh, good–five more drummers. Just what we need.

 

And Behold, He Rode A Pale Horse…

For his sins, his successes, his problems and his virtues, Mickey shall be judged.

But he really does have incredible posture.

Also: Mickey brought his chaps to Egypt.

I Feel Oud (I Knew That I Would)

The press conference before leaving for Egypt. Note Billy’s broken arm. Note Phil’s arm about to be broken.

Ala-Camel Getaway

“Garcia! Garcia! GARCIA!”

“Yes, Bobby?”

“The camels have humps.”

…

“Thanks, buddy.”

 

 

It Sphinx Like Cigarettes In Here

Remarkable though it was in a place made primarily out of granite and sand, Garcia still managed to set some shit on fire accidentally. The local Bedouins gave him the honorary name Al-Hakka Makka Makka, which means “The One with Untreated Sleep Apnea.”

Sadat’s All, Folks

Listening to 9/16/78: the last night in Egypt, the total eclipse show, the good one, the high one, the one with the Olin Arageed>FOTM. It is mystical and historical and spiritual and FUCK are they dragging ass on this one.

Garcia’s having a great night, guitar-wise, no matter what physical shape he was in (according to every single book written about him) and Keith’s piano, so famously out-of-tune that it precluded a major-label release of the show, doesn’t sound that bad.

But it doesn’t, except for a few moments, have much spark to it. It’s the sound of six jet-lagged men (and Mrs. Donna Jean) who were in shaky health to begin with.

 

It Being Summer, I Took Off My Shirt #3

The Dead weren’t really shirtless guys (and Mrs. Donna Jean). Even Bobby, whom you would expect to barely own a shirt, was modest. (Up torso-way, that is: in terms of leggings, we all know it was anything goes.)

Sands Of Time #3

Bill Graham was halfway through a deal to rename it “Bill Graham Presents Bill Graham’s The Sphinx,” put a barrel of apples by the door, and have the Sons of Champlin open when it was time to go home.

Sands Of Time #2

“So, how far away is Persia? That far, huh?”