Even Mrs. Donna Jean thought the pigtails were ridiculous, and she was wearing a silk kaftan at the time.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Tag: jerry garcia (Page 119 of 139)
Dopey, Punchy, The Other Punchy, Condescendingy, Sexy, and Gimli.
Sometimes, it was like no one had any respect for T-shirt Tuesday, and Phil noticed. It was one of the things he wrote down in his book.
The lighting makes it look like Garcia is naked from the waist down, or as my grandpa used to call it, Porky Pigging it.
Yes! Ladies and gentlemen, TotD presents–by popular demand and the fact that I can’t come up with anything else–the return of Terrible Dead Art with this piece which, aside from Garcia having a skull that would make a phrenologist ruin his trousers, is actually pretty darn good.
Garcia and Brent had this cute game where Garcia would tap Brent on the shoulder, but the opposite shoulder, y’see, and when Brent would turn: NO GARCIA! so Brent would laugh and look back around and by then Garcia had already stolen his heroin and was halfway to his dressing room, and you have to know that Garcia had burst speed like Jim Brown on that all-important dash between copping and burning down a semi-permanent structure.
Garcia was usually a fairly kind man, but even he couldn’t resist referring to this guy as Baba Booey.
This photo raises so, so many hair-related questions.
Phil apologized for trying to eat the that tour groups’ livers, so they let him come out from behind the drums and sing.
Of note: Billy’s shirt, Garcia’s face, a shopping bag for some reason (though, in a strictly photographic sense, the bag helps the shot out).
Also notice Mickey and Billy’s snare drums, how they’re angled away from them. This was the jazz style and how nearly everyone who strapped into a trap set did it for a half-century.
And, Phil is standing in the back because he was bad.
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