Forget the dangling wires and road cases left strewn about, and forget the misspellings on the posters, and forget every time that Garcia played an entire set out of tune or Billy played a tour with a broken wrist. All of that is nothing–nothing at all–compared to the heights of Mount Bush League that Mrs. Donna Jean and her fucking folding chair occupy. It is physically impossible to give fewer fucks. (Although the chair does look to be padded and not a cheapo all-metal deal.) Did she knit? Whittle? Was there a People magazine made available?
You could ask her!
https://liveforlivemusic.com/news/donna-jean-godchaux-reddit/
Or, y’know, considering your semi-fictionality format, “ask” her.
Ask her for real.
Believe she was also the only member of the band to be pregnant on tour, so hell yes, take a load off during those long jams.
How about the fact that Kieth is set up to be facing sideways at best. Backwards here lol. Just put the Rhodes or whatever out front. Was he having an especially uggo day? Were they afraid of startling the chicks?
YES. I have been wondering for years what she did during songs when she was not singing (since they didn’t give her a tambourine or woodblocks or anything) and finally I have an answer. Thanks, TotD.
Don’t even think about Donna jean on cowbells.