“What about school, man?
“I did pretty good in school, Jerry.”
“Shit.”
“What the hell is up with your boy?”
“Bobby thinks you’re big timing him.”
“I’m not trying to!”
“Y’gotta understand: a lot of Weir’s identity is wrapped up in being the best-looking guy in the room. And most of the time, the other people in the room are the Grateful Dead. Usually, he’s competing with Mickey.”
“That’s not really a competition.”
“You get my point, then.”
“Whaddya want me to do about it, get in the car and pull a Montgomery Clift?”
“Oh, stop being so dramatic. We just gotta find something he’s better at than you. How much money you got?”
“I’ve written, like, nine #1 hits in the past five years.”
“Huh. How tall are you?”
“Six foot.”
“Nope. Is the rumor about your cock true?”
“If anything, that rumor undersells both my length and girth.”
“Shit. Maybe you should just avoid Weir at the show.”
“I’ll give it a try.”
Here, Jerry looks like he just got out of the shower.
I keep looking at the pics from whatever this was and getting more and more weirded out by Garcia’s look.
It’s like he decided to be an adjunct theater arts professor at a community college that day, instead of soloing . . .
adjucnt theater arts teacher, is it the hair or the jacket ? 🙂 straight up lol
a re-make of Streets of San Francisco, or Freebie and The Bean
looking a bit like ronnie drew in the foggy morning dew
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kF-RNAedKA8
I’m thinking more Mandy Patinkin in Homeland. https://images.app.goo.gl/DDCSEikiNQRpqVAVA
hez looyks rather irrrritated- similar to that neck tie endeavor: “It’s bad enough you want me to design them, now you want me to wear them?”