Thoughts On The Dead

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

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There Are No Accidents

Here’s something nifty and right up TotD’s alley: Garcia sings Zevon (and plays piano, too!)

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiZrHi7IWLU&w=420&h=315]

The song is a great one, Accidentally Like a Martyr, but it’s a note or two out of Garcia’s range. He does, though, get a neat little semi-solo on the electric Rhodes in the middle of the tune, and this might be the only known recorded performance of Parish on drums. Garcia has apparently told him that the merest glance at the cymbals will result in harsh treatment.

The Eyes Have It

bobby cray cray

“Well, they offered me a spot in the Young Artists’ show at the MOMA, but is the art ready, y’know? Where is my subject; where is my object: the grammar of the piece–and all the pieces I’m currently working on–is in flux, and yes that’s part and parcel, but the public can’t be expected to know that.

“He’s making that face again, isn’t he?”

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Immediately after this photo was taken, Bobby mouthed “I’m gonna pork her.”

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That is the best 2/3 of a face I’ve ever seen. She ain’t bad, either.

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Bobby once dropped a taquito into his chest hair and couldn’t find it for three days.

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For a Dead show, this woman is a B+, but for a Bobby & the Midnites show, she is an A+ with all the extra credit questions right.

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Between the lower lip and the freckles on her upper chest, this woman is killing it. The grad school manicure is worth a couple points, too.

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Words that can be used to describe Bobby’s chest hair: luxuriant, thatch, thicket, bramble, muzz, glorious, nipple-concealing, persuasive, manly, ‘Squatch-y.

Hey Hockey Way

bobby hockey jersey

Call a spade a spade: Bobby’s an anthem whore. Give him a ride to the game, a free jersey, and a happy fat guy, and Bobby will America the fuck out of the place.

In this photo, we see Bobby about to harmonize about freedom before a San Francisco Bulls game. If you are wondering why you’ve never heard of the SF Bulls, consider that they played in the ECHL, which stands for East Coast Hockey League. That should tell you something. Was there actual hockey played? I’m picturing a bunch of guys in street shoes sliding on shitty ice and hitting each other with broomsticks. (I would go see that sport.)

Also, this post very nearly got titled “Greatest Score He Ever Goaled” so I think you all owe me a thank you for hitting the big red button on that one.

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