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

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O Ye Of Little Help

It’s Rambler Room Day, everybody, and that’s the funkiest fake holiday there is, even moreso than Rex Manning Day. BUT, Enthusiasts, you have all let me down. We have a crisp SBD and acceptable AUDs from the show, and a good handful of pictures–more than exist of, say, the Great American Music Hall show that became One From The Vault–but we lack the most important prize from this impromptu performance: a reason. To date, no sufficient answer has emerged to a simple question:

Why the fuck did this show happen?

Every other accidental gig can be explained. The OOPS concert in ’81 took place because Garcia and Bobby had played a few acoustic tunes at the Melkweg and convinced the rest of the band to return to Amsterdam with them on a day off. The acoustic set at the Mill Valley Community Center in 1980 was due to Justin Kreutzmann’s friendship with a kid that hung out there; besides, the Dead were in the middle of their Warfield/Radio City residencies and were therefore in acoustic mode. But this was 1978, which means the band hadn’t done any non-electric performances in eight years AND they were in Chicago, so it wasn’t a locals-helping-locals type deal. Again I ask:

Why the fuck did this show happen?

  • Was Bobby banging/trying to bang a Loyolita?
  • Was everyone so desperate to get away from Keith and Mrs. Donna Jean’s fussin’ and a-fuedin’ that they walked into the first student union they saw and started bashing out Everly Brothers tunes?
  • Uhh…
  • Hm.
  • I got nothing else.

Enthusiasts, someone must know. And if someone doesn’t know, then someone must be visiting Terrapin Crossroads soon and should demand Phil resolve this incredibly important conundrum.

 

Picture stolen from the great Jesse Jarnow, whose book, Wasn’t That a Time: The Weavers, the Blacklist, and the Battle for the Soul of America, is available at Amazon, and at your local bookshop (assuming it still exists).

 

TotD’s Two-In-One

THIS PART IS FOR ALL ENTHUSIASTS WHO ARE NOT AMIR BAR-LEV

The video clips I’ve been posting are, obviously, from the upcoming Long Strange Trip DVD/Blu-Ray release and–funny story–I’m not sure they’re supposed to be on YouTube. Apparently, Sam Cutler has been posting them on Facebook. So, um, download them immediately. (Especially the clip above: a hairy, snarly 1970 China Cat that also features a guest appearance by the giant white fascism bubble from The Prisoner, which the internet says is called a “Rover,” but I have always thought of as part of the Shmoo family.)

THIS PART IS FOR ALL ENTHUSIASTS WHO ARE AMIR BAR-LEV

Hey, buddy. How’s it hanging? Family good? Great. So…you might wanna call Cutler. Do you have the number for his van?

Power Moves: Let’s Count ‘Em

  1. Hunter’s ‘stache.
  2. Oddly-shaped luggage.
  3. Literally nothing in 1970 was ergonomic; I don’t even think the word existed.
  4. Smoking cigars in an airport.
  5. Mickey smoking a cigar while chewing gum and wearing the worst sunglasses the Northern Hemisphere.
  6. Ramrod’s pee-pee dance.
  7. And his serape.
  8. Going to England?
  9. Better bring a serape.
  10. Holy shit, Cutler was young once?
  11. Using the power of deduction, we can figure that Phil was the one who lost his passport.
  12. I bet he handled the situation with charm and understanding.
  13. That was what Young Phil was known for.

So The Kids They Dance And Shake Their Bonus Features

Go to the Dead’s website, Enthusiasts, and bring your wallets: it’s time for the Limited Deluxe Collector’s Special Edition (With Bonus Features) of the award-winning documentary Long Strange Trip. With unseen footage and previously unreleased performances, it’s the perfect stocking-stuffer for that Deadhead on your Christmas list!

Are you trying to get them to send you a free copy?

Yes.

You don’t even have a Blu-Ray player.

I would also like Amir Bar Lev to send me a Blu-Ray player.

He most likely will not. What are the special features?

Six songs from the 1970 Hollywood Festival in England, couple from ’89, some backstage stuff, and a commentary track from Amir and his editor, John Walter.

Weird that they didn’t ask you to do a commentary track.

No. Not weird. Insulting as fuck. And it just hurts the Enthusiasts.

Oh, sure. They could have had four hours of you taking bong hits and talking about the band members’ haircuts and trousers.

Right?

Shut up and post the other Garcia clip.

Bite my nads.

Jagger, Taylor, Soldier, Spy

And we welcome you back to another episode of How Blurry Does A Photo Have To Be In Order To Make Freddie’s Cock Invisible? Today’s answer: blurrier than this. Thank you, and this has been How Blurry Does A Photo Have To Be In Order To Make Freddie’s Cock Invisible? 

OR

Why is Mick wearing Danny Zuko’s varsity sweater from the end of Grease?

OR

“Darling?”

Yes, Fred?

“Stoli, would you?”

Sure. Here you go.

Spaceeba. Ciggy?”

Here.”

Vunderbar. Welcome backstage. Feel free to fuck everyone and everything.”

Awesome.

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