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

Pinky Swear

Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“Thinking about the how life combines cyclicality with a linear momentum.”

Uh-huh.

“And learning how to play the slide.”

I see. Let’s talk about the first thing.

“Well, I’m in 1979. Problems with Iran. And, uh, you’re in 2020 and the same nonsense is going on.”

Yup.

“You could even extend your mind’s eye way back. Persia and the West, man. Hoo boy.”

That might be the only fact we know to be true right now.

“Sure, yeah. The frog of war.”

Fog, Bobby. The fog of war.

“Y’don’t say.”

I do.

“That saying never did make any sense to me. I always pictured a giant armored war-toad hopping through a city. Although, that would confuse the hell out of you. The frog of war would produce the same effect as the fog of war.”

Have you always looked like Chevy Chase, or is it just the angle?

“Just the angle.”

Okay.

3 Comments

  1. occidentalpoppy

    Where’s that from? Looks blissfully perfect.

  2. Tor Haxson

    That big thing on the amp is probably a tuner, someone should note that tuning for the Grateful Dead or what’s left of them, no longer takes 30 minutes of the show.

  3. J. Eric Smith

    You are being really nice by using the words “slide” and “play” and “Bobby” in the same sentences.

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