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

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Spirit, Animal

Did you know that Bobby was selected to be the first recipient of the Les Paul Spirit Award? Did you know there was a Les Paul Spirit Award? There is now, apparently, and Bobby will get it at Bonnaroo. My spies tell me that Bobby has insisted on being presented with a medal in front of everyone just like at the end of Star Wars. Bobby is also forcing Jeff Chimenti to play Chewbacca in the scenario.

(Also: please no one mention that Bobby has never, ever, ever, ever played a Les Paul. He played Gibsons–a red SG and a sunburst 335–but not a Les Paul.)

Plus, you should listen to this: 1/7/78 from Golden Hall in San Diego. It’s one of the Laryngitis Shows from early ’78 and, freed from his vocal duties, Garcia solos. Bobby counts the first song in, and then Garcia solos until Bobby tells the crowd that they’d be right back; he takes a break from soloing; Bobby once again counts the band in, and Garcia resumes soloing until it is time to call it an evening.

And there’s a first set El Paso>Let It Grow>Promised Land which is not a thing, but somehow exists; the El Paso might be the best EVAR: Garcia slashes and growls and whoops throughout the entire song, and then during LIG, he does his Jimmy Page impression and the whole show is a beauty.

You now have something to read, and something to listen to. Would you care to look? Fine. You may look at this:

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That is a baby camel, more precisely a baby Bactrian camel, and his name is Alexander Camelton.

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Things Bobby Might Be Yelling

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  • Haaaa-AAAAAAAAAAAA-yobble.
  • The REEEEEEAL issue is MEEEEEENtal health, YEAH!
  • I’m telling you guys, it’s real. I can hear it. You know that fillings pick up radio stations sometimes. It was on I Love Lucy. Listen when I open my mouth really wide. ‘HEY, THIS IS WOLFMAN JACK!’ Did you hear that!?
  • FLUMPF!
  • HONG KONG PHOOEY CAN’T MELT STEEL BEAMS!
  • GlumperdumpWOO!

Six Young Chiquitas In Omaha

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This is the only picture available from 7/5/78 from the Omaha Civic Auditorium, and it may or may not be a random picture from ’78 that I am claiming is from 7/5/78. Regardless, it is enormous and fit for use as a desktop or, if you are a medievel Pope, a ceiling fresco.

As you may have guessed, somehow or other a copy of the Complete July ’78 Recordings Of Completeness found its way to Fillmore South and, after a minute or two of thought, I decided to start with David Lemieuxnitionsexpert’s pick, the Omaha show; holy shit, is this thing stellar. I have not heard the second set, but I am ready to declare it the BEST EVAR. In fact, I am doing so. It has been declared.

Also: Garcia’s plump little titty.

When I Stack My Masterpiece

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Precarious Lee never won any awards. He came in third in his sixth grade spelling bee, and that was better than he had expected to do, so he was happy. He created no lasting works; Precarious never learned to sculpt, and he didn’t have the patience for novel-writing.  He facilitated art, but never got around to making any. Precarious has lived his life without inflicting much of a scar on the historical record.

But, Precarious? He did that bullshit right there.

And that bullshit right there?  That’s art.

Just A Taste

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The upcoming July 1978: The Complete Recordings set is, on paper, the most exciting box since the Europe ’72 tour came out: not just remastered versions of the Betty Boards from Red Rocks, but three–count ’em–wild card shows. What was the last release that featured a show you hadn’t heard before, let alone three from a great year?

(Shut up. ’78 is a great year. And even if you don’t agree with me, David Lemieushuporx does, judging by the record; this means I win.)

There’s excerpts from the three non-circulating shows over at Dead.net, but I’m steering clear for now: I’m not a huge fan of context-less Dead. The proper unit is a Show; you could further divide into Sets, but you can’t measure the Grateful Dead in Songs.  You can listen, though. Hell, you can do whatever you want.

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