Women–hot ones, with perfect titty-balls and asses that went woobblewobblewobble when struck (consensually) with a belt–would line up to blow these dudes. Sometimes, the women would blow other, uglier, men to get to these paragons of masculinity. Your dongs, the women would wail; We need them!
What I’m saying is that you should learn how to play guitar.
Those jeans. Looks like time for the laundromat. Or new Hippie Jean Fronts.
Who’s that peering behind Billy’s left ear? Winslow? Jackson? Someone else?
And am I right this is either the Cow Palace 3.23.74 or perhaps NOT an Actual WoS gig?? Do we have a Carbon date on the Shaved Jerry moment(s)??
Inquiring Minds (have left their bodies) Want to Know.
Bob Weir and the Five Ugly Brothers.