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

Grateful, Dread

What’s happening here, Bobby?

“What’s, uh, happening here is that I still got it.”

Who said you didn’t?

“I can still pull, man.”

Good for you.

“And, uh, I don’t know if you noticed the particular brand of legging she’s wearing, but they’re sending a signal.”

What’s that?

“Everything’s in play.”

Is that what those mean?

“Oh, yeah.”



Aren’t you married?

“Nobody’s married on the tour bus.”


“One of the oldest rules there is.”



  1. bemydemon

    Is that can o’ dip?

    • Thoughts On The Dead

      They have to be fancy cough drops. Or edibles. I got edibles once that came in that kind of tin. If Bobby were still partaking of tobacco products, he would totally vape.

  2. NoThoughtsOnDead

    I totally endorse your interpretation of this photo — makes me feel good! Did you notice the size off the monitor behind them? Some bus!

    I’m totally off on a tangent now, imagining Bobby’s edibles. The man was picky enough about his sauce to start his own line of products. Never been to a Mill Valley dispensary, but I imagine the concept of “Garcia-quality stash” might have been successfully handed down to the present.

  3. ste4ve

    Wherein Bob Weir talks about dreadlocks, among other things:

    • ste4ve

      And, in the film, Bob specifically says weed is not his substance of choice: “I’m a cheap date with that stuff; I take a hit and it’s bedtime for this boy.”

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