“Looky there, man. Little Josh suckin’ off the Dead nipple some more.” Chris Robinson? “Heeeey, brother.” Don’t call me brother. I know how you treat your brother. “It’s just shit, man. Legacy acts playing their old hits. Just sad, man.” Sure. What are you doing this week? “Playing a show from ’77 with Phil.” Uh-huh. … Continue reading Jealous Again