Did they get their sweatbands wholesale?
Also, the guy behind them.
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There’s nothing about this photo that’s okay. First off: the Dead shouldn’t win things. What’s the award for, killing keyboardists? Best Ned Lagin?
Secondly: Mickey looks like Moe Stooge the night he got stuck outside and had to slice a camel open with his lightsaber and sleep in it for warmth. If, you know: Moe Stooge had been coked out of his gourd at the time.
Three: Bobby is wearing his “frat boy on Smoker night” drag.
IV: The background is an artist’s rendering of Smurfette having her period.
Haircut by Johnny Ramone, trousers from Paco’s Clothes for Big & Tall Jockeys.
Also, Mickey is like Jewish Slender Man back there. He’s Eugene Slenderman, DDS.
While not exactly the most rock star of footwear, the duck boots are a pragmatic and laudable decision by Mickey: you take care of your feet and your feet’ll take care of you, as Mickey never said. The fact that they don’t have little Stealies monogrammed onto them is surprising.
We can also see from Joan Baez’s boots that weather might have been a concern that day, so it’s lucky that Garcia slipped on the same globs of brown leather he’s been wearing every single day for three years.
Also, you’ve heard of Bitchy Resting Face? Joan Baez has Bitchy Smiling Face; inside her skull, she is screaming silently over the fact that Garcia is smoking in her house. And right before the picture, she made them hide their doobies because one must keep up one’s image, dontcha know. In fact, this entire afternoon played out like a Marx Brothers routine and she was Margaret Dumont.
Or is this Mickey’s house? Wouldn’t you agree that Joan Baez has a real firm “no shoes in the house” policy? Right? That shit gets enforced: Joan Baez will cut you.
It can’t be Garcia’s place: judging from the flannel and general air of malaise and hygienic malfeasance, this would be the period that Garcia lived in his dealer’s basement.
…
Y’think Mickey ever porked Joan Baez on that hammock-chair thing?
Couldn’t help yourself, could you?
Hey, Mickey. Whatcha doing?
“Screwing around with my tom-toms, wearing Dead shirts, looking like the Devil.”
I know, right?
“YAAAY!”
This must be a weird angle, because I don’t remember a tour when Bobby was a pumpkinhead. He looks like one of those actresses that got stupidly skinny in the Aughts: Kate Bosworth or someone, except they could never shrink their actual skulls, so they ended up looking like blonde lollipop death.
“Yay!”
“YAAAAAAAY!”
“YaaHACKHACKHACK…huh, huh, huh…gimme a sec…just kinda ran outta breath a little…YAYno, I need to siddown.”
Overall, this is the worst game of Fuck Marry Kill I’ve ever seen. Sophie’s choice was easier to make. Anyway, from left to right, kinda:
Garcia, put that thing away: your stump’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.
Wow, Mickey: you found a Dead shirt. Also, that is not the haircut of a rock star: that is the haircut of a prep school kid who quotes Heidegger correctly, loves all animals, and then–the day he’s elected Prom King–gets t-boned by a drunken preacher in a Ford Taurus racing ashamedly away from an assignation with local transsexual sex worker Big Dicked Sheila.
What. The. Fuck.
Phil is adorable. I don’t know how else to put it. Maybe it’s that tight tuck he’s rocking..
Billy has my favorite of his haircuts: the Ace of Diamonds (named after its most famous wearer, Neil Diamond.) Medium length on top, combed (over?) sideways; big, poufy, blow-dried goodness for the back and sides. Aqua-Net as needed.
Also: Billy is holding an iPhone because Billy has no regard for Time Sheath secrecy protocols.
A small shot from the Giants Stadium show in ’78; they would play the venue most summers thereafter. It’s no longer there, replaced by MetLife Stadium, but the whole complex does continue to be located in Secaucus, which is an Indian word meaning “swampy place full of traffic and Italian bakeries.”
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