The amount of time the artist must have spent getting the detail and shading juuuuuuust right on that floppy man boob there strips away any hope I ever had for humanity’s future.
Terrible Dead Art has broken my soul.
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“Parrish, could you go get Billy? He’s in the fucking rafters again. Phil, can you see him?”
It’s a small, crappy pic: that’s Bo Diddley, so it must be from 3/28/72, one of the stellar Academy of Music shows they did right before Europe. It was released as Dick’s Pick 31; you should go and listen to it now, if you haven’t the previous 18 times I’ve recommended this run
Cool to see visual evidence of a particular show that you love, to know it all happened, that it wasn’t a hoax like 5/8/77.
Stop that.
On the intershow tonight, Bobby sang Ripple, and it was odd not to hear Garcia’s tenor sing Hunter’s shoulder-shrug of a prayer, but Bobby sang it well and he looked good and perhaps the collapsing-in-public won’t become a running joke and we can all hear it for a little while longer.
All good things should last just a little while longer.
Though there are no audio recordings, one photograph does remain from the first Opposite Day show. We also have the recollections of several audience members, who all said it was just terrible.
I’m not sure if this goes in Terrible Dead Art or Awesome Dead Art. I don’t even know if it’s art. I don’t even know what’s going on anymore.
Some people have even more free time than me.
For a dead guy, Garcia’s getting around this week.
Did you know that JerryGarcia.com launched this week? It looks spiffy; it’s still got that new site smell. There are a bunch of pictures I haven’t seen before, such as this:
And this one:
There’s also a nice collection of his art work, and a nice-looking Tumblr-style biography.
You can also buy things, including a very nifty sketch of the guys, entitled creatively “The Guys”.
All this, and the tribute deal out the Giants game tonight. I only worry about precedent: next year, they’ll have to debut Hologram Garcia.
(NOTE: Please do not debut Hologram Garcia next year or ever.)
He didn’t owe us anything
But he owed himself more.
Garcia was always extra-super careful not to accidentally burn down Candlestick Park, and he never did.
No, nothing’s gonna bring him back: today we have celebrations of him instead of celebrating with him, and with all due respect to the soldiers that soldier on, legacy must be polished to a gleam that more and more people can see every year, not less and less.
The Grateful Dead isn’t making anymore Enthusiasts, so we have to–we, all of us, top to bottom. This music is good. It is good for you. It is a punch in the dick of the enemies of fun. The men (and Mrs. Donna Jean) who made it were enthusiastically human at all times: they left behind good stories; their stories were the stories of their time; we should tell these stories.
We should tell them well.
[vimeo http://www.vimeo.com/57295533 w=400&h=300]
For fuck’s sake, this is not the way to do it.
The horse that the Garcia family (well, the ones who are legally allowed to do so as the Garcia family) chose to back is a guy who directed an Elvis movie in 1970. The website for this project lists his email address: it is an AOL account. (Go check, but I warn you: the trailer posted above starts playing automatically, so I linked to the bio page and you can click to the main having already hit the mute button. I’m not going to make any sort of joke here because webpages that start playing music automatically aren’t funny. I never have nor will claim any privileged–or even particular–knowledge of any other man’s mind, especially not a two-decades dead rock star I never met, but I’ll tell you one thing, and I would lay it all on the line–the lives of family–that Garcia would have absolutely fucking HATED IT when webpages start playing automatically. Have a go-see: Jerry: The Movie )
There’s nothing even here, that’s the funny part: an interview with Garcia in which he expounds upon his love of music? Stop the presses. The story of his first guitar? If you zoomed out, you would see Parrish standing 10 feet away mouthing the words along with him.
The only good thing about this is that it won’t get made.
But something should.
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