“Yaay!”
“Fuckin’ YAAAAY, man!”
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
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Little known guitar-fact: Garcia taught Eddie Van Halen that two-handed nonsense that goes DeedleyDoodlyDoodleyDeedleyDoodleyDoodley.
Immediately after this picture was taken, Garcia looked up and realized Sting was wearing overalls with no shirt and went backstage to do drugs and burn things down.
One of the revelations in the new film about Bobby, The Other One, opening in New York now-ish and coming to platforms near you presently, is that he used to carry Garcia’s stash for him. Bobby didn’t like Persian, so the stash would remain un-dipped-into, and he would parcel out a little bit to Garcia at a time.
There is no level on which that is not dysfunctional, but love is love and loyalty is loyalty. Bobby chose sides a long time ago; so did Garcia.
Thy loved each other.
This picture couldn’t be more ’72 if it were of Nixon dunking McGovern’s head in the toilet and blaming it on outside agitators and the Jews.
I’m pretty sure–and I’m not an expert, mind you–that this has been ‘shopped in some way.
Bobby’s hair just made the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs and, for this evening’s performance will be played by Gary Cole
Plus, if you’ve read Phil’s book, you’ll recognize this as their SNL appearance in ’78: Phil had that “Hi Mom” shirt made up and he was ridiculously proud of it. Sawbuck says he still has it tucked away in a closet somewhere.
And, Garcia is–as usual–totally aware of where the cameras are and which one is on and is completely playing to it; he would later declare television “jive, man” and Dan Aykroyd would agree with him.
Mrs. Donna Jean is a pirate.
“I said FUCKIN’ YAAAAAY, MAN!”
From left to right:
- Billy’s clearly mid-fart.
- Garcia is gently cupping two imaginary sets of testicles: it was something he did that tour and you had to put up with it. On the next tour, however, he progressed to resolutely milking two imaginary wangshafts and a meeting was called.
- Bobby is staring at you like a gold digger eying gold, or a silver miner looking at silver, or a metaphor writer getting meta.
- Keith needs to give my Aunt Yetta her sunglasses back.
- Holy shit, Mickey. You look like the cashier at the supermarket whose line I don’t want to be in.
- Mrs. Donna Jean is fine of fettle; she has a well-turned calf; a dewy lip and loamy of loins. She is mysterious and smells like expensive shampoo and Seconals.
- Phil is going at himself two-handed over there.
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