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Tribes Within Tribes, Man

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Now, I may or may not agree (or just want to agree) with the “bubble of the Sixties” thing, but I like the way this guy draws skeleton faces, so I forgave any faults I might have with the text.

Also, the artist–a guy named Kristian B. Kirk whose work can be seen here–is from Denmark, and his English is better than my whatever-the-hell-Denmarkians-speak. Danish? Is that a language? It’s a pastry, but is it a language?

Pss pss pss.

I have been informed that Danish is a language. Congratulations, Danish. Also, your dogs are better than good.

The one thing that stood out to me was the lack of a name for gay Deadheads. Enthusiasts who started out on burgundy, but soon began to hit the harder stuff could–and still can–enjoy shows with their brothers and sisters in sobriety as a Wharf Rat. Jews for Jerry had alliteration going for it, at the least; Deafheads was punchy and to the point.

Gay Deadheads?

“Sarge?”

“Yeah, Jenkins?”

“As gay Deadheads, I feel that my experience is slightly different from the majority of the crowd; I’d like to share it with my compatriots, and also meet cute hairy guys.”

“Okay. A group for gay Deadheads. What are you gonna call it?”

” I was thinking ‘gay Deadheads.'”

“Jenkins, are you sure you’re gay?”

“Gay as you are, Sarge.”

“That’s pretty gay.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Anyway, Jenkins: let’s not go with our first idea, especially when it’s yours.”

“Aww.”

Anyway, this brings up a question: was there any sort of official (well, you know: official by the rules of the parking lot) gathering of LGBTDH’s? And if there was, they surely must have had a better name than “gay Deadheads.” Andy Cohen was a gay Deadhead and he came up with Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and no matter what your thoughts on that show, it’s a good name.

Possible Names for the Gay Deadhead Club:

  • Gaying in the Band.
  • The Handsome Cabin Boys.

Stop this immediately.

Aww.

Try To Keep Up

Oh my goodness and my gracious: there is so much going on. I am getting dizzy, and would like one of the servants to pour a mercury-based elixir in my ear!

Really?

It’s exhausting. Can I get real with you?

Fuck, no.

Well, I’m gonna. For the rest of this paragraph, assume I am speaking to you while seated in a chair backwards.

That sincere?

Totes, fam.

Ew.

I actually do feel the tiniest bit of responsibility towards the Enthusiasts in at least mentioning what’s going on in Deadworld, and as up-to-date as possible.

And?

I just wanted to leave a little room in between the sincerity and the normal guy, who re-took the reins at the beginning of this sentence.

Ah. So: the imagined and slight pressure you have decided to choose to partake in: this is overwhelming you?

Yes.

You are not John Henry.

My motor idles at a lower RPM than, say, Elon Musk, sure.

Was all of this leading to something?

Yes: there’s a bunch of articles and whatnot to link to or mention.

You could have just done that.

But how would everyone know how much I resented them for having to do it unless I talked to myself for 200 words before getting to it?

Please just do something constructive.

Here ya go:

This is Bravo TV’s Andy Cohen on his road trip to the Santa Clara shows with Young John Mayer, and it’s a well-written article and approaches the whole thing from the gay perspective, which is an almost-entirely untold story of Deadworld and one that’s interesting, I’d bet.

There are also lovely photos, one of which is of Young John Mayer’s van, Young Van Mayer. I will mock this vehicle in the weeks to come.

VICE weighed in on the Chicago shows in the timely fashion that they’re known for. The author is in his 20’s and all the pictures were run through Deep Dream, so if you can make it more than three paragraphs in, then you are a better man than I, Gunga Din.

(It’s quite enough with Deep Dream. It’s not a “computer dreaming,” maaaaaaan. It’s a shitty filter that draws dogs on everything.)

This is an interview that Young John Mayer did about Dead & Company. He apparently did this interview with a John Mayer forum, which is a lot like the Frost/Nixon interviews, or for you Euro-hipsters, Orianna Falacci chatting with the Ayatollah.

I have not read the whole thing, or any of it. It is on the list.

Bobby sits down with Dan Rather tonight on something called AXSTV, which is just random letters. Is it a channel? What channel? 137-and-a-half? Is it UHF? Is it AXSTV.com and it’s one of those Huff Post deals where they pretend it’s a TV show, but they only show i on the innertubes? Do I have to get a taxi to JFK and watch it on the little screen in the back?

And if you’re looking for the source of this “21 shows” rumor, then here’s good ol’ Grateful Dean. Grains of salt at your own discretion.

To Lay Me Down (Ineffectually)

I am posting these pics under formal protest against this nap that simply will not take. Did I not lay down all sleepy-shluffy? Were there not David Attenborough-narrated nature documentaries on the Netflix?

I blame Peter Shapiro.

Let’s see what’s going on around the Dead’s world:

jeff chimenti bruce“Bruce, I’m gonna show them my power.”

“Jeff Chimenti: do not do that. They can’t handle your power. Bobby can’t even stand.”

“Power’s gotta come out, man.”

“You look like a drag queen’s Emmylou Harris routine.”

“Fuck off, Bruce.”

mickey billy
“Hey, Billy?”

“How’d you get up there?”

“No idea. Listen: can I have some real drumsticks?”

“Out of the question. You realize how much embossing Stealies on all those mallets and brushes was?”

“I guess. Can I bring every drum ever made?”

“Oh, sure, definitely.”

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Were you aware that Bill Walton enjoys the Grateful Dead? He doesn’t really wear it on his sleeve – his freakishly large, surgically reconstructed sleeve.

10932434_383741128501547_1271544524_nPeople failed to recognize John Mayer’s buddy Andy Cohen in the previous shot; he is an executive at the Bravo channel and has some sort of talk show where he gets drunk with reality stars.

John Mayer is most often referred to as a douchebag; Andy Cohen has never been called this because douchebags are for vaginas and Andy Cohen is most assuredly not for vaginas.

What’s The Opposite Of Bravo?

Is it tough being famous? Sure. Do I miss being an anonymous genius, now that I’m a merely a genius? Of course. Would I give it up? Not on your life.

“Hey, Thoughts on the Dead! Does your penis need touching?”

It’s so I can’t leave the house sometimes, but I feel like my celebrity is a good thing; not because of the good it can help me accomplish, but for the private gain it can help me accrue.

Why spend so much time goofing on a semi-defunct choogly-type band? Beats me; this wasn’t the dream. I wanted to be a salvage diver, or a disgraced congressman, or invent a machine that did things to trees.

No one ever said that life was fair.

How else do we know that life is not fair? Well, these two men are multi-millionaires:

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