Garcia was a gentle soul who surrounded himself with violent men.
You believe that, right?
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“Just bring every amp.”
“Yup, bringing everthing we got.”
“No. Not every amp that you have. Every amplifier in the entire world.”
Garcia’s true genius was in being himself as hard as he could.
“You remember me: Bobbi Fleckman!”
“Garcia! Billy’s–”
“In the rigging. I know, Bob.”
The only way this could be more ’70s is if there were a misunderstanding between Garcia and the landlord and then Laos was secretly bombed.
Garcia didn’t know what a dab was, and he didn’t care to know: he rolled doobies one-handed after cleaning his pot on a copy of Roxy Music’s Country Life.
Garcia didn’t vape.
Throughout any of the many books, articles, canticles, listicles, broadsides, pamphlets, free verse, blank verse, adverts, novellas, tracts, and epic poems written about the Dead, one thing is clear: Carolyn Adams loved Garcia mean and true.
So, how could she not hide the razors?
On one hand: coolest baby costume ever.
On the other: there’s gonna be a wreck.
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