“Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, oh Principessa!”
That sounds terrible.
“I’m not warmed up, man.”
And you can’t sing.
“Hey, neither could Lesh, but people still wanted to hear it.”
Don’t sing opera. Did you steal that shirt from Sinbad?
“That guy’s great, man.”
We’re talking about the same guy, right? The comedian?
“Yeah. Big colored fellow.”
Black. We just say black now, Parish.
“Oh, I don’t know about ‘black.’ Sinbad’s kinda of cafe au lait-colored.”
Stop saying colored. Why do you know Sinbad?
“After Garcia died, I stayed out on the road for a while. Sinbad needed a tour manager and the pay was right. Lot less to take care of than the Dead. The whole package is him and a case full of fanciful vests.”
Sinbad started wearing vests in the 90’s and never kicked the habit.
“Man loves his vests.”
Is this Garcia’s at the Capital Theatre?
So he was next to the briefcase in the showcase?
He should have tackled somebody out of muscle reflex.
Sinbad……i’m at the Giggle-Snort Hotel right now