Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

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Jealous Again

“Looky there, man. Little Josh suckin’ off the Dead nipple some more.”

Chris Robinson?

“Heeeey, brother.”

Don’t call me brother. I know how you treat your brother.

“It’s just shit, man. Legacy acts playing their old hits. Just sad, man.”

Sure. What are you doing this week?

“Playing a show from ’77 with Phil.”

Uh-huh.

“Where’s his beard?”

Who?

“Josh.”

Don’t call him that. Only me and Bobby and everybody else gets to call him that.

“Still: where’s his beard?”

I don’t think he has a girlfriend at the moment.

“You think this is what Jerry would have wanted?”

He’s dead. He doesn’t get a vote, except maybe in Chicago.

“Whatever, man. Just sad Play your own songs!”

You’re very hard to handle, Chris Robinson.

“You suck, too.”

Nice of you to stop by. Call first next time.

Second Verse, Chooglier Than The First

Hey, Oteil. Whatcha doing?

“Singing! And playing bass. But the singing is the headline. Gonna take lead this summer.”

Good for you. What songs?

“It’s a surprise.”

Boo. You know all the words?

“Of course I do.”

Well, forget about a quarter of them. You’re a Grateful Dead, dammit. There are standards and precedents.

“Nope. Gonna kill it.”

You’re a positive man, Oteil.

“What’s there not to be positive about? Playing music I love for huge crowds, making lots of money, flying on private jets, my kid’s healthy, and I got a mohawk. I’m a happy man.”

You’re awesome.

“Right back atcha.”

Nice.

“I know you see me, asshole.”

Hello, Red Metal Stool.

“You’re a hater.

No I just hate you. Your actions and behavior and statements have caused me to hate you. Not a free-floating hater.

“Jealous.”

Of what?

“You want Bobby to sit on you.”

I truly do not.

“Plop right down.”

Is this gonna be all summer with you?

“Yeah, I’m thinking about evolving my character into a more antagonistic-type deal.”

Wonderful.

“Hey, tell Chris Robinson to suck my red metal dick.”

I am not in contact with any of the Black Crowes.

“He looks like hippie Slender Man.”

Granted, but I don’t speak with him.

“Tour, baby!”

Everything about this year is worse than everything about last year, and last year was the worst year.

“Really? ‘Everything?’ The ‘worst?’ You sound like him now. This year is worse than 1920?”

Yes.

“Five percent of the world’s population died from the flu.”

Fuck ’em. I am distracted by the news. This is worse.

“You’re a monster.”

You’re a stool.

“TouchĂ©.”

Headliners On A Northbound Train

If you only looked quickly, and did not know who Dick Gregory was, you might think that was a different kind of red hat. It’s a Billy-style red hat, from the MLK memorial. Acceptable red hat. Good and righteous red hat.

Goddammit, that bloated pisslicker ruined red hats.

OR

Is it the angle or does Oteil have an enormous head? If the latter: has Oteil always had a head this large and I did not notice, or has he begun an HGH regimen in the past few months?

OR

I love when men hit a certain age and stop giving fucks and can finally appreciate things for being adorable.

“What kind of phone cover do you want, Dick?”

“Bouncy baby blue!”

“Okay. You sure you don’t want this cool black-and-silver one? It’s shiny.”

“BOUNCY BABY BLUE, MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Fine.”

OR

Oteil has strenuously taken to Dead shirt-wearin’. He’s applied himself; he does his homework. Soon–one day very soon–the student shall become the master, and he will defeat Mickey in an epic Merch Yoink duel.

OR

Can Oteil grow a full beard? He’s had a neat Vandyke, but has not gone Full Muppet. This is the state of the world: there are now two Grateful Deads that cannot grow beards. The gyre cannot hold.

OR

“Mr. Gregory, can I get you a snack?”

“Bugles!”

“Not a piece of fruit, something healthy?”

“I’m 84! What the fuck’s a banana gonna do at this point? BUGLES, MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Yes, sir.”

And Introducing Radio Randy

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“Oteil, I can’t thank you enough for being on the show.”

“Thanks for having me, Radio Randy.”

“Not my name.”

“Don’t sass me.”

“Oteil, you started your career with a jam band with a terrible name, then you put up with Gregg Allman’s bullshit for many years. Now you’re a Grateful Dead.”

“Is there a question?”

“No. I did not prepare for this interview.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not the actual deejay. He’s tied up in a port-a-potty.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Oh, shit. The cops.”

COP SOUND

COP SOUND

“Not ME, you idiots! I’m in the Grateful Dead! Him! He’s the kidnapper!”

“Oops, sorry.”

“We keep doing that.”

“We just assumed.”

“We assumed, we did.”

COP SOUND

COP SOUND

“Motherfuckers.”

“Uh, hi. Oteil? Hi. It’s me, the real Radio Randy.”

“You got out of the port-a-potty?”

“Yeah, so…we could do this if you want.”

“The interview?”

“Sure, yeah.”

“You were kidnapped ten minutes ago. You don’t wanna have a smoke or something?”

“Naaah. SiriusXM hosts get kidnapped at a remarkable rate. Gans and Lambert both had to take out special insurance. I’m used to it.”

“Ooookay. If you say so, man.”

“Great. So: Oteil, you started your career with a jam band with a terrible name, then you put up with Gregg Allman’s bullshit for many years. Now you’re a Grateful Dead.”

“The other guy asked me that.”

“When he tied me up, he stole my notes.”

“Sure.”

“Let’s get to the real issues, Oteil. You’re not in as many storylines as the other guys. To be completely honest, Katy Perry is a far more-developed character than you.”

“Especially in the chest area.”

“I hear that.”

HIGH-FIVE

“But, seriously: Oteil, is this racism?”

“I can’t say that it’s definitely racism, but it’s definitely racism.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Placement of the italics.”

“Sure.”

“This is how I see it: if Jeff was in more stuff and not me, I’d be suspicious, but all Jeff gets to do is sit there and look pretty.”

“You’re talking about Dead keyboardist Jeff Chimenti, and his grey glory?”

“I am.”

“What does it smell like?”

“Jeff’s hair?”

“Yes.”

“Trustworthy cinnamon.”

“Wow. Any thoughts on the recent revelations about Page McConnell?”

“That he’s not…you know.”

“You know.”

“Yeah, that was kind of an open secret in the jam band community.”

“The jammunity?”

“Don’t call it that.”

“Okay.”

“We all knew. Remember the kid in high school who thought no one knew he was gay, but everyone knew? Well, substitute ‘not retarded’ for ‘gay.'”

“Wait, Page is gay?”

“No, he’s not retarded.”

“Oh, okay. Next question, Oteil, and it’s a previous question: just how racist is TotD?”

“More than he should be; not as much as he could be.”

“Well put. Oh, we have a caller, and he’s from Florida. Caller?”

Stop calling me a fucking racist, Radio Randy!

“Then stop being a racist, racist!”

Fuck you, Radio Randy!

“I’m hanging up on you!”

Bababooey!

DIAL TONE EVEN THOUGH PHONES DO NOT DO THAT ANY MORE

“I’m sorry you had to hear that, Oteil. Let’s not take any more calls.”

“He’s losing his mind a little, isn’t he?”

“No, the depths of the fissures are just becoming more obvious.

“Well put.”

“Oteil, what’s next?”

“He’s gonna circle around until he thinks of a punchline.”

“Not with the post.”

“Oh.”

“Dead and Company. Will there be another tour?”

“Holy shit, do I hope so.”

“There’s our punchline.”

“Eh.”

Vote (A Little Too) Early And Vote Often

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Hey, Oteil. Whatcha doOMIGOD LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS.

“Gonna be a ladykiller.”

The curls! He looks pre-Raphaelite!

“If you say so.”

Give him some wings and a bow & arrow.

“Getting weird.”

Little, yeah. Sorry.

Wait.

VOTER FRAUD!

“No.”

THIS IS WHAT TRUMP’S BEEN TALKING ABOUT!

“They just gave him a sticker.”

How much did Hillary pay your baby!?

“Stop this.”

BENGHAZI!

“We’re leaving.”

Company & Dead

Dead & Crew

Allow me to preface my silly little jokes with this: hail to the road crew. First in, last out, first blamed.

In no particular order:

  • If you asked someone to describe what this photo would look like before they saw it, they would have gotten it exactly right; nothing about this photo is a surprise.
  • Oh, wait: there’s a bunch of ladies.
  • They are hidden in the back.
  • Maybe the photographer is a bear, and all the women are menstruating, and the men are being chivalrous.
  • Beard guy.
  • Bald guy.
  • Bald guy who is maybe black.
  • Lady in red cocktail dress.
  • Matt Busch.
  • Other beard guy.
  • Waldo.
  • Harry Knowles.
  • Y’know, I think Bald Maybe Black Guy and Handsome Dan back there are the drivers for some reason–the two guys by Mrs. Donna Jean in the Stealie button-downs–and now I am fascinated by them and am starting to make up stories about them.
  • I will come up with better names, though.
  • And speaking on behalf of Mrs. Donna Jean: same shit, different century.

Front Five

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Bobby’s jersey says LORAX.

Also, Jeff Chimenti is my favorite person. Look at him, all goony and happy and magical. If you catch Jeff Chimenti, then he must grant you wishes; if you made a paintbrush from his hair, the art you create would go with any sofa. Jeff Chimenti talks in his sleep, but only inspirational messages and compliments. An anagram for “Jeff Chimenti” is not “Wow, he’s great.”

Also also: the fun and games are over. I need to know where Billy was.

Reasons For Billy’s Absence

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  • Didn’t wanna.
  • Underestimated an edible.
  • Perfectly estimated an edible, but ate nine of them.
  • Just can’t look at any dude feet right now.
  • Halfway through a Settlers of Cataan game and needs to manage his lumber.
  • Halfway through a divorcĂ©e from Aurora and needs to manage his lumber.
  • Wandering around the lot handing out rolling papers and screaming, “CAN YOU DIG IT?” at Deadheads.
  • Nap time.
  • They didn’t have a jersey with the number 69 on it, so Billy refused to participate.
  • Murdering Benjy for old time’s sake.

Hallways And Means

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I don’t think those are legally pants. Like, if they were imported and needed to be classified for tariff? They would be taxed at the rate for “loose cloth” rather than for “trousers.” They’re definitely from Creepy Ernie’s because they have three or four inseams, and there’s nothing Ern likes more than measuring an inseam.

Anyway, there’s a show tonight, because it is summer and we are Americans, and so the Grateful Dead (Or What’s Left Of ‘Em) is playing somewhere. They’re at Folsom Field* in Boulder, CO, tonight and the show’s being webcasted. Buy it here, or you can listen on SiriusXM Channel 23, or you could steal the pirate feed like a scurvy dog.

The show starts at 6:30 pm Mountain Time, which means I do not know when it starts.

Why are time zones so confusing to you?

Why aren’t they confusing to everyone else?

Terrible answer.

*These will be the first rock shows in 15 years since Dave Matthews blew past the strict curfew and the university stopped booking concerts, once again proving that Dave Matthews ruins everything.

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