Still doing the hat thing?
“Stay out of it, jackass.”
“You want me to hit him with my guitar, Dad?”
“Dammit, Grahame, you don’t hit people with guitars. You hit ’em with mic stands.”
So, uh, Phil: you read the book?
“I have not. Which book?”
You know which book. The one about the Dead since Garcia’s death.
“Huh. I was unaware such a thing existed. Maybe I’ll check into that.”
You’re a terrible liar.
“That Selvin asshole is a prick, and has been since nineteen-fucking-seventy-three. Mean little bald fuck, that guy. Remember Liz Adams? Used to do the gossip column? All that shit about who’s fucking who, and who went to jail? That’s Selvin, but he pretends to be a music writer. That guy can suck the piss from my limp dick.”
So, you know him?
“Since forever.”
And you began hating him because?
“He wrote that I looked like Ichabod Crane.”
That’s rude.
“It is. It absolutely is.”
And not true.
“Thank you.”
You look like Sam the Eagle.
“And now you’re on the Fuck You List, too.”
Aw.
I went to Cleveland show last night. Here is my unsolicited report.
Shakedown:
We had Shakedown Street, Shakedown Boulevard and two shakedown cul-de-sacs, shakedown place and Shakedown Lane.
Way to go Cleveland, leave those kids alone.
Edibles? So you can just stand out in the open selling edibles with a tray filled with cash and chocolates? Yes you can.
Drugs
Some guy next to me was snorting something, glad he left to tweak or talk to much somewhere else.
MVP
Oteil, was definitely MVP
Now days what was being snorted was most likely Ketamine. Someone on “k” looks like they are falling down drunk, only worse, so you certainly lucked out there. Glad you got an Oteal show.
WTF does any of this have to do with this post?
Selvin is a prick; he’s a First Class, A-1 reasonable prick; he’s our prick.
And he doesn’t petulantly kneecap people. He’s a grown-up. That has to do with this post.