I’ll just come right out and admit it: the point of this cartoon escapes me, but it’s from the Paris Review, so I’ll just assume it’s about some post-modern hoo-ha that didn’t make sense even before it was translated.
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Gonk gonk.
There’s a Moon-Moon joke in here somewhere.
Garcia didn’t have any formal training in astrophysics, but he had seen every episode of Cosmos, his favorite candy bar was a Milky Way, and he had nicknamed his penis “the Big Dipper,” so this makes a lot of sense.
If a guy runs up and throws a jellyfish on you, and then immediately offers to pee on the wound, there’s probably something else going on. Especially if you’re in Indiana.
I’m pretty sure–and I’m not an expert, mind you–that this has been ‘shopped in some way.
From the eternally popular rotating collection known as The Hip Bone’s Connected To Something-Or-Other, we find this piece in which Bobby is depicted as: a swayback, having a seizure, getting some mouth-mouth, rocking the fuck out, or any combination thereof. I like to believe “rocking swayback, which is incidentally the name of a sexual maneuver Mickey accidentally put three women into Witness Protection with.
Again, I think this was photoshopped in some way.
- No, Mr. Owsley, you cannot “soup up” the audio tour. Stop calling it the Walk of Sound.
- Parish, you’ve got to help me: I’ve accidentally invited TWO DATES to the fundraising ball!
- Gentlemen, I’m not going to point fingers and play the blame game and name names, but using the museum to stage a fake blood drive is going to stop immediately, Phil.
- There won’t be any dinosaurs, Bobby. It’s an art museum.
- Everyone needs to put on their trousers right damn now.
- Billy, that’s not performance art.
- There have been some great reviews for Keith’s sculpture of himself. Oh, that’s actually him? He’s been lying there motionless for, like, nine days. Perhaps we should call a docent.
- No, I don’t know what a docent is, either, but it’s the museum and something’s gone awry, so you call the docent. There is a chain of command here, Grateful Dead!
- But it doesn’t matter because you have dosed all of them.
- Yes, yes: doses, docent. Quite clever.
- Billy, stop doing performance art.
- No, Bobby: the eyes of that painting are not following you around the–oh, Mickey’s cut eyeholes in the art and is standing behind the canvas looking at people. Good call, Bobby.
- Come out from there, Mickey. Why are you naked?
- Garcia’ll be fine: I put him in the sculpture park. It’s just steel and gravel out there.
- I’ve told you this already, Mr. Mydland: museums don’t have mascots. Take off the costume.
- Why is Bill Graham haranguing schoolchildren in Yiddish?
- We don’t allow camping because it is a museum of art; there cannot be filthy teenagers taking doodies directly outside.
- I’m sorry, I don’t see a “Ned Lagin” on the Will Call list, possibly because there is no Will Call list, probably because it’s a museum. Why are the whole hairy lot so fuzzy on the concept of “museum?”
- Phil, you’re doing a great job running the food court, but I think charging $200 to eat sandwiches while you jam with your sons is a bit excessive.
- Vince, for the third time: your new character, down-home surrealist Salvador Golly is just not a hit. Please stop doing the routine. Also, buddy: pants.
- We’re just going to require that there be no more naked Grateful Deads in the museum, please. It’s not an unreasonable request.
- Attention museum patrons: we are going to need to evacuate the building immediately, please. All attempts to prevent Billy from doing performance art have failed. I repeat: Billy is doing performance art.
The latest exhibition at MoMTDA (Mom: taDAA!) is Just The Facts, Ma’am, a collection of art that fails to get easily-researched details right.
In this stand-out lent to the museum by a Twitter friend, we see Garcia with his guitar from ’77, his jacket from ’75, his hair and muttonchops from ’68, and an audience from ’67. He is also bearing a braid in his hair that seems like it will be ritually cut off at either the end of his training or should he humiliate himself in the Trials.
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