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

But Can The Joneses Keep Up With Us?

Listen to Bobby. Spark up a doobie the size of a hog’s dick and put on your headphones and lock the children in the root cellar and listen to Bobby: he’s on the left. Garcia’s over to the right, and he’s just a-choogling while he sings for most of the tune, but Bobby on the left is your Secret Hero. Stabbing and deedling and going MWOK all around under over and through the vocal line–the boy is counter-melodializing again, Pa!–and playing the riff and kinda playing the riff. That ain’t how we rhythm guitar in this house, Bobert. Go to your room and comb your hair.

But he plays the same solo every time, you say. I eat your face. Stop saying things because you’re bad at it. Yes, Bobby always played the same solo in Casey Jones. But so did fucking Garcia.

There were two great guitarists in the Grateful Dead.

(Video courtesy of Portland’s protector, Mr. Completely. Check out his YouTube page; there’s a bunch of nifty shit on there.)

1 Comment

  1. t.

    i’m glad i’m not the only one that refers to bobby’s playing as deedling. the patented weir ‘tweedlydee’ is at its pinacle that year, for sure.

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