Please tell me–

“I didn’t call him ‘Branford.'”

–you didn’t call him…oh, thank God.

“Been calling him ‘Reggae Steve.’ He, uh, hasn’t objected.”

That’s good.

“This was a popular haircut for our crowds. You saw a white kid with this haircut in the 80’s, they were our fans.”

No one in the group ever adopted the look.

“There would have been a meeting. We talk about it being a rule-less gestalt that we created in the Grateful Dead, but there were standards. You had to stand up, and you couldn’t have dreadlocks. Shirts. Some bands have a flexibility on the shirt question. The, uh, Foxy Pepperpots.”

Red Hot Chili Peppers.

“Yeah, sure. Those guys hate shirts. That’s what it seems to me, at least. But, uh, the Dead didn’t do that.”

An unwritten dress code.

“There you go.”

And that went for hair.

“It was expected that one would have the same haircut as everyone else, given some leeway for hair texture and individualism. Most of the guys went to Big-Dicked Sheila.”

You didn’t?

“She’s a lovely gal, but she wasn’t A-list. I used to fly down to Los Angeles twice a month to get styled by Renaldino. He was the partner of the guy they wrote Shampoo about.”

Wow.

“They made him the star of the sequel.”

What was it called?

“Conditioner.”

Sure.