Thoughts On The Dead

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

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Scotland Forever

CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“I’m the listener; you’re the sayer. Buckle up, friend: you’re on the phone with John Mayer.”

“Are you shitting me?”

“Hey, Katy.”

“Are you coming to rescue me or sitting around thinking up dumb stuff to say when you answer the phone?”

“I’m waiting for Bobby! He’s on his way! We’re coming. Are you okay?”

“The Scottish ninjas kidnapped me, John.”

“Really? What?”

“Well, as you remember, while I was flying on the ectochemical plane in a castle in England, I pushed the Brexit button by accident, causing the United Kingdom to leave the EU and cratering the world’s economy.”

“Ectochemical?”

“Tripping so hard you can talk to ghosts.”

“Right. Katy, you didn’t cause–”

“I DID. I totally did! And, I mean: my bad. But it was an accident. I thought a Brexit was a cookie.”

“So you thought there was a cookie button?”

“It was a castle, John. There are secret passages and archer’s loops. Maybe there are cookie buttons.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“But the Scottish people got mad and they sent ninjas. The Scottish ninjas kidnapped me, John.”

“Are you okay?”

“Kind of.”

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“The Scottish ninjas and I formed a punk band.”

“What?”

“They turned out to be rad as hell. I mean, they kidnapped me and killed some of my entourage, but that’s just because they’re hardcore.”

“Katy.”

“Scottish ninjas are awesome, John.”

“Katy.”

“They have big red beards.”

“Katy.”

“Can you even grow a beard?”

“Do you need to be rescued or not?”

“Yes, but not until Monday.”

“Why?”

“We’re playing Glastonbury.”

BEEP BEEP

“Katy, that’s Bobby. You sound fine. Should I tell him not to bother?”

“Oh, I would prefer you came and rescued me.”

“Your situation sounds tolerable.”

“For now, but the Scottish ninjas are selling me on Tuesday.”

“What? To who?”

“There’s gonna be an auction.”

“We’re on our way. Wait. What happened to Dr. Gary?”

“You mean the disgraced–”

“Everyone knows who he is!”

“–Nobel laureate…okay, okay. Oh! He is missing, John!”

“No. He’s behind all of this.”

“Oh, no.”

“I’m sure, Katy.”

“How can you know?”

“I read ahead.”

“Oh.”

Does Anybody Have Any Questions?

Enthusiasts, I must admit a failing, a deep and off-putting one: TotD is an irredeemable snob. When the sad news about Bernie Worrell came across the wire this afternoon, I immediately dove into the weird murk of YouTube, hoping to find an obscure gem from the Wizard of Woo. Surely, I assumed, everyone has seen Stop Making Sense. It is, after all, the greatest concert film ever made, and perhaps the only one that rises to the level of art

But someone hasn’t. And instead of being a sarcastic turd and a Rock Nerd, I should instead reach out to these poor, benighted souls.

Watch this. And then watch the rest of the movie; it’s all on YouTube, just cut up into chunks. Trust me: there’s nothing better you could do with 90 minutes.

An Enthusiast’s Guide To The Brexit

What is a Brexit?

An unpleasant-sounding portmanteau.

How will the Brexit affect the Grateful Dead?

It won’t.

How will the Brexit affect Enthusiasts?

On which continent?

North America.

It won’t.

At all?

Well, if you’re heavily invested in the currency markets, then you’re probably having a stressful day.

What if you don’t quite understand what a currency market is and just use money to buy stuff?

You’re golden, Pony Boy.

Okay, but what about Enthusiasts in the United Kingdom?

They should be getting their information from someone other than me. And quite frankly, they should have done it weeks ago.

Are you going to be helpful?

I’m trying, but–like most Americans–I have very little actual knowledge of British politics or the inner workings of the European Union.

Doesn’t seem to stop anybody from having an opinion.

The right to be ignorant at the top of your lungs is the pretty much the subtext of the First Amendment.

Do they have a First Amendment in England?

They don’t have any amendments.

So why are we talking about it?

Because no American conversation about politics is complete without at least one misreading of the First Amendment.

Can we get back to the UK?

Sure. Flights are cheap now.

What’s going to happen to Britain?

Who am I, Nostrildamus?

Nostrildamus?

Jewish psychic.

Nice one.

Listen: no one knows. That’s the problem, really. Hell, the referendum wasn’t legally binding, so Parliament might just decide to ignore the vote.

Will that end well?

Oh, God, no.

Is there a overarching takeaway from this?

Yes. 2016 is the year the 20th century ended. What we referred to as the “Post-War” years? They’re over.

So what comes next?

Pre-war years, I guess.

Founding Father Knows Best

A torrent of angry and malignant passions will be let loose. To judge from the conduct of the opposite parties, we shall be led to conclude that they will mutually hope to evince the justness of their opinions, and to increase the number of their converts by the loudness of their declamations and the bitterness of their invectives.

An enlightened zeal for the energy and efficiency of government will be stigmatized as the offspring of a temper fond of despotic power and hostile to the principles of liberty.

An over-scrupulous jealousy of danger to the rights of the people, which is more commonly the fault of the head than of the heart, will be represented as mere pretense and artifice, the stale bait for popularity at the expense of the public good. It will be forgotten, on the one hand, that jealousy is the usual concomitant of love, and that the noble enthusiasm of liberty is apt to be infected with a spirit of narrow and illiberal distrust.

On the other hand, it will be equally forgotten that the vigor of government is essential to the security of liberty; that, in the contemplation of a sound and well-informed judgment, their interest can never be separated; and that a dangerous ambition more often lurks behind the specious mask of zeal for the rights of the people than under the forbidden appearance of zeal for the firmness and efficiency of government.

History will teach us that the former has been found a much more certain road to the introduction of despotism than the latter, and that of those men who have overturned the liberties of republics, the greatest number have begun their career by paying an obsequious court to the people; commencing demagogues, and ending tyrants

  • Lin-Manuel Miranda, Federalist #1

Brexit, Stage Left

CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“What’s up, player? It’s John Mayer.”

“is that really how you’re answering the phone now?”

“Oh, hey, Katy. I’m trying out new greetings. Last week, it was ‘You’re on with John.’ What do you think?”

“Honestly? I think you should put less thought into it.”

“Just improvise?”

“John, listen to me: I’m in trouble again.”

“Oh, no. What happened?”

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“I think I caused the Brexit.”

“You didn’t cause the Brexit, Katy.”

“I did. It happened when I was at my Moatbnb.”

“Moatbnb?”

“Like Airbnb, but for castles.”

“Right.”

“And we had undertaken a dangerous shamanic journey through both our subconsciousnesses and the wine cellar. Dr. Gary–”

“The outlaw chemist, renegade psychedelicist, and disgraced Nobel Laureate.”

“–had whipped up some–good exposition, John–Brown Fairies.”

“What are those?”

“Mushrooms soaked in absinthe. And not the stuff they sell today. The real absinthe. Plus I think he tossed a handful of crystal meth when no one was looking.”

“Wow. Wait: is that Dr. Gary?”

“Who?”

“The shady looking fucker behind you.”

“How can you see him? We’re on the phone.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“That’s him.”

“Katy, that guy has more red flags than Chinese Fourth of July.”

“Noooo. Dr. Gary’s my friend.”

“Dr. Gary is your pet mad scientist that you buried alive one time.”

“It my defense, I thought that he was dead.”

“Jesus, Katy.”

“He is a magical man! We talked to the Ghosts of Empire!”

“That’s capitalized?”

“The Ghosts insisted upon it. They’re very formal over here.”

“Okay. You got too high and talked to British spirits. What does that have to do with anything?”

“I had been making out with Ethelred the Unready for an hour, nothing below the waist, and I suddenly needed a Fanta.”

“Like you do.”

“And in the kitchen, I found a button marked “Brexit” and I pushed it.”

“This didn’t happen, Katy.”

“You say that, but now Lindsay Lohan is sending Scottish ninjas after me.”

“There’s no such thing as Scottish ninjas.”

“There is! They’re real! They’re just like regular ninjas, except immeasurably more violent. Please come get me! I’m in trouble!”

“We did this already.”

“It’s either this or the Rando War.”

“I’m getting in the Earthroamer.”

CRASHSMASHSPLASH!

“John! They’re here! The Scottish ninjas!”

“Hi-yaa!”

“Ach!”

DIAL TONE NOISE EVEN THOUGH PHONES DO NOT DO THAT ANYMORE

“Katy? Katy!”

CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Weir here.”

“What’s up, player? It’s John Mayer.”

“Who?”

“It’s Josh.”

“Hey, buddy.”

“Bobby, listen: Katy’s in trouble and we gotta go get her.”

“You know we’re on tour, right?”

“You know we have a Time Sheath, right?”

“Ah. Yup, yup. Where we going?”

“England.”

“Well, now’s the time to go. They’re gonna be desperate for hard currency in a few hours.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up.”

“No, no, no. I’m driving.”

“In what?”

“I got wheels.”

Throw Me In The Full House

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Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“Made a new friend. Do you know the Olsen Twins?”

That’s so wrong.

“I had always thought there were two of them. And that they were tiny girls.”

That’s Bob Saget, Bobby.

“Dr. Joffe from the film Critical Condition?”

Get off IMDB, man.

“Whoever he is, he’s great. Lotta dirty jokes.”

He’s got a ton. Very funny guy.

“Knows a lot about TV, too. Been talking to him about the Amazon show.”

Oh, does that still exist?

“Oh, yeah. But now I got a lot of new ideas after talking to Rob.”

Bob.

“What?”

No, his…forget it. What are the new ideas?

“He’s telling me that he had a lot of success with a sitcom about a bunch of mismatched people in one of those Victorians that San Francisco’s known for.”

Please don’t call it–

“We’re gonna call it Gratefull House.”

Gratefull…yeah, that.

“Gonna be fun. Plus when we run out of ideas in the seventh or eighth season, we can add Josh Meyers as Cousin Oliver.”

This is not a great idea.

Who’s writing it?

“Literally anyone on the planet other than you.”

Gotcha.

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