Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

1977: The Year Punk Broke

The Grateful Dead

From left to right, as usual:

  • Keith’s hair and head are as wide as one another.
  • Billy is…Jesus, Billy. You don’t always have to make my point for me.
  • Garcia is not wearing his glasses and has no idea what’s going on. Immediately before this photo was taken, he tried to cop from a fern, and then burnt down a stranger’s hotel room. (It was not a stranger: it was Phil.)
  • Mickey has been drafted by the Pittsburgh Penguins.
  • Look at Mrs. Donna Jean: she’s clearly being held hostage here. If this were a video, you’d see her blinking out “COME GET ME” in Morse code.
  • Bobby looks like when Superman first comes out of the phone booth.
  • The only thing Phil was able to save from his hotel room was that tie and he is not happy about it.


  1. Speaking of punk … after one of the Warfield shows in 1980, I came out to Market St. to wait for the N Judah to take me back home to the Sunset. A car full of youths in full punk regalia drove up and a girl leaned out the window and exclaimed, “Oh, how sickening, how disgusting!” I always assumed that she was commenting on the Dead crowd in general and not me personally, but I guess I can never be completely sure.

  2. Plus, Doug Henning is making his shoulder turn into a toucan.

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