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Hey, Garcia. Whatcha doing?
“Sitting huddled in the darkness.”
Um. Yeah.
Garcia and Bobby won the Halloween contest that year by a large margin
There’s a moment in Festival Express, the great documentary about the doomed Trans-Canada Festival, that explains why Garcia will be forgiven his sins.
Sha Na Na is playing and they’re great: this was the early band and they were ugly as sin, fat as fuck, balding, acne-scarred, openly oozing pus from several locations, one of the guys used to shit himself onstage–it was a bad-looking group and what they would do is dress some of the guys in gold lame, dress the rest in wife-beaters, then scream ROCK AND ROLL at you in three-part harmony until you either cheered or shit yourself in solidarity.
Sha Na Na was, in its own way, far weirder than the Dead. There was no nostalgia industry back then: there hadn’t been enough stuff made for there to be ironic takes on it, plus the 50’s were the first period anyone could be nostalgic for. No one missed the 40’s. Later on would be Bowzer and TV shows with corny jokes, but in 1970, they were a far more aggressive goof.
Still a goof, though: the best part of the performance is watching the other musicians react to it. They cut to Garcia and he’s having a grand old time, and they stay on him as the song ends.
“Sha Na Na has to catch a plane! Wave ‘goodbye’ to Sha Na Na, Calgary!” the announcer says.
And Garcia waves goodbye to Sha Na Na.
From relentless commentator and Prime Minister of Park Slope Drew, we get this from 2/11/86. It’s the Boys with the Brothers and approximately 84 million people are onstage and the cut for tonight is Eyes of the World.
Every Neville in the world is up there, banging and hammering and some rude motherfucker brought his goddamn drum machine and maybe the monitors aren’t working, or maybe there’s just too many Nevilles, but it does not work.
Give it a listen: it sounds like Garcia wants to throttle someone, specifically someone large, black, and invited by Mickey.
Seriously: how many Nevilles are on the stage? Are Longbottom and Chamberlain there, too?
PS Starting in Spetember on CBS: Too Many Nevilles!
Phil’s hat, Mickey’s scarf, Keith’s everything, Bobby’s belt buckle, Garcia’s hygiene, Mickey’s mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia figaro.
Also, even though Billy’s not there, Garcia is still protecting his dick.
EDIT: And why the fuck is Mickey wearing gardening gloves?
How many Hawaiian shirts does the man own?
Also: Garcia dug out the Summer Shorts,
PLUS Brent. Just…fucking…Brent.
Hey, young Garcia.
“Hey, man.”
No offense, but you look a lot better old.
“Yeah.”
Hey guys. Whatcha doing?
“Rocking out.”
On purpose?
…
“Yes?”
“Sure, why not?”
“PHIL IS ROCKING INTENTIONALLY.”
From left to right, as usual:
- Keith’s hair and head are as wide as one another.
- Billy is…Jesus, Billy. You don’t always have to make my point for me.
- Garcia is not wearing his glasses and has no idea what’s going on. Immediately before this photo was taken, he tried to cop from a fern, and then burnt down a stranger’s hotel room. (It was not a stranger: it was Phil.)
- Mickey has been drafted by the Pittsburgh Penguins.
- Look at Mrs. Donna Jean: she’s clearly being held hostage here. If this were a video, you’d see her blinking out “COME GET ME” in Morse code.
- Bobby looks like when Superman first comes out of the phone booth.
- The only thing Phil was able to save from his hotel room was that tie and he is not happy about it.
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