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Today, You Become A Yoinker

What the hell are you wearing?

“Ah, man. Caught my shirt on a nail backstage. Ripped all the way up the back. Looked like a backwards vest, right?”

Don’t tell me you–

“Merch Yoink.”

–you did a Merch Yoink? Garcia! You never yoink merch.

“Well, you know: before we sell the shirts, they do actually belong to us, man.”

True.

“Mickey called it my bar mitzvah.”

He must have been proud. They didn’t have a black one?

“Turns out we don’t sell any black tee-shirts. If I was in Sabbath, it wouldn’t have been a problem.”

Also true.

Semper Reptilis

Hey, Snake Tee-Shirt. Long time no see.

“How’sss it hanging?”

Can’t complain. You?

“Sssad.”

Aw, buddy. What’s the matter?

“Worried about the United Ssstatesss.”

We all are.

“I’m a patriot. You know I wasss in the Marine Corpsss.”

You don’t pronounce the S in that word, let alone pronounce it like that.

“You don’t ressspect veteransss.”

Yes, I do. And you are not a veteran.

“I ssserved my country, boy! Not like sssome pussssssiesss I could mention.”

You did not.

“I wasss at Khe Sssan.”

NO, YOU WERE NOT.

“Sssometimesss, I’m ssstill there. My buddiesss died in my handsss!”

You don’t have hands.

“Ssslevesss.”

You don’t even have sleeves. You were not a Marine.

“Thisss isss my rifle, thisss isss my gun.”

YOU DON’T HAVE HANDS.

“Audie Murphy didn’t have handsss. They let him be a Marine.”

First of all, he was in the Army. Second of all, he lost his hands in combat. He didn’t show up at the draft office and open the door with his foot. Third of all, you are a tee-shirt.

“You’re racissst.”

Can’t be racist against shirts. Shirt is not a race.

“I even remember the sssongsss we would sssing when we marched.”

You can’t march. You slither.

“I DON’T KNOW, BUT IT’S BEEN SSSAID–”

Stop this.

“MARIE ANTOINETTE GIVESSS REAL GOOD HEAD!”

I regret talking to you.

She Comes Back To Tell Me He’s Gone

“WHERE’D THAT HAIRY GARCIA GO? AH JUST SAW HIM.”

He left the building, Elvis.

“THASS MAH ROUTINE! NO ONE ELSE MAY LEAVE BUILDINGS!”

I don’t know what to tell you.

“RETRIEVE HIM. BRING HIM BEFORE HIS KING, SO AH C’N KARATE HIM.”

Don’t karate anyone, King.

“IF HE IS INJURED, AH WILL HAVE DR. NICK ATTEND TO HIM.”

Holy shit, do not introduce Dr. Nick to Garcia.

“THE FACT REMAINS THAT HAIRY GARCIA WAS IN MY HOME, AND AH WAS NOT ALERTED. JOE ESPOSITO WILL BE FIRED FOR THIS AFFRONT.”

Why him?

“EVERY YEAR ON HIS BIRTHDAY, AH BUY JOE ESPOSITO A NEW CADILLAC AND TELL HIM ‘IF THE GRATEFUL DEAD SHOWS UP, THEN YOU COME GET ME EVEN IF AH’M DEAD.'”

Oh. Well, yeah: you have to fire him.

“HE HAD ONE JOB.”

What happens if a Rolling Stone shows up?

“RED WEST ALERTS ME. HIS BROTHER SONNY IS ON BEATLE DUTY. AH HAVE A SYSTEM.”

You’ve really thought this through.

“AH AM THE KING.”

You really are.

“THIS IS AN EMBARRASSMENT TO ME. WAS HAIRY GARCIA TREATED AS A GUEST IN MAH HOME SHOULD BE TREATED? WAS HE OFFERED REFRESHMENTS, SUCH AS A POUND OF BACON OR A HALF-DOZEN NEMBUTAL?”

Neither of those things are refreshments. Consuming either would make you feel the exact opposite of refreshed.

“WERE MAH BEAUTIFUL POSSESSIONS SHOWN TO HIM?”

He probably wouldn’t have been into that.

“MOST OF MAH POSSESSIONS ARE GUNS AND COMIC BOOKS.”

I take it back: Garcia would have loved that.

“AH KNEW IT! DAMN YOU, JOE ESPOSITO.”

Sorry, King.

“AH WILL KARATE WITH HAIRY GARCIA. IT IS MAH DESTINY. MANY GYPSIES HAVE PREDICTED THIS EVENT AFTER AH MENTIONED TO THEM THAT AH WANTED TO DO IT.”

Shocker.

“AH MUST REACH OUT TO THESE GRATEFUL DEADS. WHO CAN AH EMPLOY AS A GO-BETWEEN THAT KNOWS BOTH ME AND THEM?”

Oh, there’s Ronnie Tutt and Mrs. Donna–

“AH KNOW WHO AH WILL CALL.”

No, not her.

“I got your text, Elvis. I’m here to help, and be part of a storyline to warm up for Summer Tour.”

“WELCOME TO GRACELAND, MIZ KATYDOODLE. MAY AH OFFER YOU FRIED CHICKEN AND BARBITURATES?”

“I’m on a diet: just the pills, please.”

Dammit.

I Can’t Complain

This was the Day on the Green in ’76–well, one of the two days–and Garcia looks skinny, and though you can’t see it in this picture Bobby is wearing either jodhpurs or puttees. Some form of non-trouser pant.

But this is what Roger Daltrey looked like:

“What’s the matter, Weir? You’ve been pouting all day?”

“Well, Jer: you know how I’m usually the best-looking guy in the room?”

“Sure.”

“You see Daltrey?”

“Healthy specimen.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“It’s just two shows, Weir. Next week you’ll be competing with Billy and Phil again.”

“I guess.”

“Aw. C’mon, buddy. He ain’t that great.”

“Y’think?”

“I’m not generally one to look at another guy’s crotch, but where’s his potato salad?”

“I see none.”

“Like a Ken doll.”

“You always know what to say, Garcia.”

“You’re my guy, Bob.”

“Can I take my shirt off for our set, too?”

“I will whip you to death with my guitar cord if you remove your shirt, Bob.”

“Okay.”

“We’re not that kind of group.”

“We could be.”

“No, we couldn’t. Besides, if you take your shirt off, Billy’ll take his off.”

“That’s no good for anyone.”

“No.”

You Don’t Wanna Go Raga

Okay, Enthusiasts, we have some answers. Not all, but some.

This picture that I posted yesterday is indeed Graceland: this is in the backyard where Elvis, his stillborn twin Jesse, and their parents are buried. The date is 4/3/95; the Dead had shows at The Pyramid in Memphis on the 1st and 2nd of April, and took the day to go to Graceland before truckin’ up to Birmingham.

Graceland?

Graceland. Memphis, Tennessee.

Was Garcia’s traveling partner nine years old, and a child of his first marriage?

No. He took the drummers.

Not as poetic.

Not nearly. A poster on Dead.net says this:

Billy’s all the way on the left of the pic, and Mickey is in the yellow non-Dead shirt next to Garcia. (Mickey tried the Merch Yoink at the Graceland gift shop and was tackled by four Elvis impersonators.) And that might be Bobby behind the column. It also might not be.

Whether or not the band sang Heartbreak Hotel in three-part harmony is unknown.

The Promised Land

In keeping with local tradition, Bobby took multiple stone-cold foxes back to his room that evening.

Also: that’s Robert Vaughn on the balcony. Honest.

(This pic is from 9/4/83 at the Park West Ski Resort in Park City, Utah. The Dead played there once again in ’87 and then three shows at the Delta Center in Salt Lake City in ’95. When you think Utah, you think the Grateful Dead.)

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