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At The Hop

“How do you stay so skinny, Nicky?”

“By being a sickly alcoholic.”

This is Nicky Hopkins, who Corry writes about with affection over at Hooterollin’. He was in Jerry Band during its brilliant Legion of Mary phase, but not for too long. The carousing could have been forgiven, but when Nicky got drunk, Nicky fucked up the time, and Ronnie Tutt was about to murder him. Ronnie was contractually obligated to put up with Garcia only playing three beats in a random measure because Garcia was signing the checks, but Ronnie Tutt will not abide the goddamned piano player losing the one.

I Stick My Double-Neck Out For No Man

bob weir double-neck englishtown

There is very little scholarship needed on the subject of Weirdo Guitars the Dead Were Photographed With: there’s just a few pictures, and it’s an exceedingly trivial subject. A scholar should be embarrassed to study it.

Luckily, I am not a scholar, so I can link to some Guitar Nerd bullshit, and then make stuff up.

It would be a shame to leave Bobby out: you’ve probably seen this photo before; I’m sure I’ve posted it. It turns out to be a bit of a mystery.

An interview with the head of Ibanez (actually a more interesting read than it sounds) says this:

When I first went to see the Dead in ’74 or so, I didn’t really know what guitar or guitars to take to show them. The copy we did of the Rex Bogue doubleneck was about the snazziest thing we had, so I brought it. I can’t recall what else we took down there. I brought my partner in crime, Roy Miyahara, with me to the show, which was at the old Philadelphia Civic Center – one of those massive airplane-hangar-style joints.

You might already see the problem: not only is the picture clearly not of a joint, massive or otherwise. In fact, I thought it was Englishtown. It can’t be ’74 for many reasons, not the least of which is the missing 75-ton sound system.

BUT

By the date of Englishtown, Ibanez already had a double-neck in (limited) production and it wasn’t the one Bobby’s playing. Look:

ibanez artwood twin

That’s not the guitar Bobby’s playing. Compare the headstocks. The one Bobby’s playing is a copy of John McLoughlin’s custom-made guitar.

Here’s the point where I become lost: that picture of Bobby up above is definitely from Englishtown. Here’s a picture I got directly from Garcia’s website that labels it as 9/3/77:

jerry bobby englishtown

Nothing makes sense.

Space Is The Place

 

jerry weirdo guitar 72

Continuing the general topic of weirdo guitars, there’s Garcia playing this sucker: the body looks like a Gibson 335, but the headstock looks like one of those Vox teardrop guitars. Also, the best I can make out: the words on the headstock say “Micro Frets.”

(A very tiny amount of research shows that Micro Frets is a fully-defunct guitar company that made many bitchin’ guitars, including the Spacetone Garcia’s trying out. Hell, you can buy one right now if you got two grand.)

My Two Favorite Websites Examine The Grateful Dead

Salon

  • China Cat Sunflower And The Burden Of Being The “Good” Minority.
  • Why Black Muddy River Is About Fracking.
  • Does Brown-Eyed Women Iris-Shame?
  • Victim Or The Crime: In Defense Of The Multi-Faceted Narrative of Beyoncé’s Formation.
  • Problem Attics of My Life: What We Talk About When Talk About The Grateful Dead Without Being Copy-Edited.
  • One More Saturday Night And Weekend Privilege: Why You’re Racist Towards Tuesday.
  • Blues For Allah: Orientalism At Its Inscrutablest.

(Okay, the last one’s kinda right.)

Slate

  • Nothing Was Actually Shaking On Shakedown Street (And We Have The Video To Prove It).
  • Garcia’s Beard Was Really The Worst In The Band.
  • The Music Stopped.
  • Felt Good To Give August West That Dime? Turns Out You’re Hurting Him.
  • Sorry To Break It To You, But Minds Can’t Leave Bodies.
  • U.S. Blues Was The Best Encore – Here’s Why.

Survival Tips From Your Friend TotD

  • When venturing into the wilderness, let officials and family know, so they have an easier time finding your corpse after the spring thaw.
  • If you’re trapped on a mountain with Olivia D’Abo, then you should use her cello case as a sled to get down the slope quickly.
  • Vultures circling overhead is a sign of water.
  • Speaking of water, “don’t drink seawater” is an overstatement: you can have a few glasses a day, but only if you’re really thirsty.
  • Finally on the topic of water, if you’re in a survival situation and your only drinking water has a dead animal in it, try to drink from upstream.
  • The best way to find True North is not by reading a compass, but by listening to your heart.
  • If you’re on a camping or hiking trip and get lost, and it’s 100% one guy’s fault, you are allowed to murder him; it’s the law of the wild.
  • In a valley, go up.
  • On a mountain, go down.
  • If you’re lost in Kansas, or on the Steppe, then you will have no choice other than to stay at the altitude you’re at.
  • The best way to determine whether berries are poisonous is to rub them on your genitals.
  • That advice applies to snakes, too: always rub snakes on your genitals.
  • Some bears are friendly, but you won’t know until you hug them.
  • You can make an improvised sleeping bag out of leaves, dirt, a taunton, or the guy who got you lost.
  • If you come upon a gorilla in a clearing, then you are in Africa and are way more lost than you thought; I cannot help you anymore, and you are probably going to die.
  • But if you don’t want the gorillas to pluck your head from your body and let the gorilla children play games with it, then you should avoid eye contact, keep your head lower than the silverback’s, and make a grunting double-vocalization (“HUH-huh”) to let them know you mean no harm.
  • Also, if you have bananas, give them the fucking bananas.
  • If the gorilla throws barrels at you, leap over them.
  • For those caught in nature without an easy means of making fire: well, who told you to quit smoking?
  • Fire can be produced using the following methods: flint and steel; Zippo lighter with “FUCK COMMUNISM” engraved on it; giant magnifying glass; 8-year-old Drew Barrymore; rubbing two sticks together; rubbing two dicks together (it takes much longer than the sticks); using the mighty hammer Mjolnir to summon lightning onto some kindling; looking wrong at a hover-board; leaving Garcia unattended for ten minutes or so.

First Contact

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“Weir?”

“Yeah, Jer?”

“What the hell did we take?”

“You talking about the whole universe-getting-sliced up thing that’s going on?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m just rolling with it.”

“Well, you know: me too, man, but I’m just trying to put a name to the situation.”

“Ah. Hey, uh, Mrs. Donna Jean. Everything copacetic?”

“WHOOOOOOAAAA–AAAHAHH-yeaaaahhhYEEEAAHHHH.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.'”

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