“Hey, Jer?”
“Yeah, Weir?”
“What if cars drove us?”
“I’m not having this conversation, man. Just play your guitar.”
“Or is my guitar playing me?”
“You’re playing it. You can’t just flip the subject and the object of a sentence around like that unless you’re Yakov Smirnoff, man.”
“In Grateful Dead, guitar plays you.”
“Yeah, right. And that makes no sense.”
“What if the guitar took lessons as a kid?”
“Just play the song.”
“Jer?”
“What, man?”
“I bet the first bullfight was accidental.”
…
“Yeah, you’re probably right about that.”
Garcia.
The denim years.
Yakuza ME?
“…while the music plays the band.”
“…while the music plays the band.”