“Hey, Jer?”
“What, Weir?”
“I’m kinda digging this Telecaster. Thinking about maybe becoming a Tele guy.”
“A what?”
“Telecaster guy. Get myself a shirt styled in the cowboy fashion. Maybe one of those haircuts that requires unguent to maintain its integrity.”
“Haven’t I told you to stay away from unguents, man?”
“At least once a day since 1968.”
“It’s good advice I’m giving you.”
“I think the Deadheads would appreciate the change. Perhaps they could learn to line-dance.”
“They can barely stand in lines, man.”
“Jer, I’ve heard the sound of my soul, and that sound is ‘twang.'”
“Just play the damn song, Weir.”
“Aw.”
Bakersfield Bob really needed a suit made at Nudie’s to sport that Tele with authority
Is this the Amsterdam show with borrowed instruments?
‘Tis