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American, Pastoral

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The pustules bloomed early that season, and the farmer had to hire extra scythes for the cull.

Foggy morning, and fog is just a cloud that couldn’t hack it; it tortured the scythes and turned them around and fed them panic by the spoonful.  When the biggest one started to cry, the dirt turned on them. Roots wrapped round their ankles: spiky fenchurch, and leafy whistleweed, and hairy alabaga.

And when the sun had finished rising, there was no sound except the sallybugs called the faithful to prayer. The throated ivy eyed the farmhouse and the barn.

“Jer?”

“Yeah, Bob?”

“What did we take?”

“Drugs.”

“Ah.”

Green Day

img_2956This neat picture of Garcia was taken at the Big Rock–

No.

–Powwow in…what?

This is October of 1976. The Day on the Green. It was an official release.

So was the Big–

Shut the fuck up.

–Rock…aw. You’re mean.

Yeah.

This is a much better look for the Big Guy, though.

Y’know that bit from Kill Bill about how Superman is the real guy, and Clark Kent is the disguise?

Sure.

Garcia’s beard was his real face.

Whoa.

Yeah.

Friend Of A Friend Of The Devil

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“Hey, Bobby,” Garcia said under his breath.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, man.”

“The hat’s cool and all…but, you know: the hat’s not all there is to the matter, is it?””

“I am not even looking at you. Please shut up.”

Bobby doodled on his guitar.

“I feel like I should ask him which side he served in Mr. Lincoln’s infernal war.”

“Listen, he’s my friend. Leave it alone. Your friends are terrible, too.

Park Life

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Another shot from the great ’76 Day on the Green show(s) the Dead did with The Who. Both the Saturday and Sunday shows are available on Dick’s Picks 33 and if you haven’t heard the ass-blasting Help>Slip>Samson>Slip>Franklin’s, then go get your mother’s sewing kit, stitch up your butt, and eat cheese. Eat it. Eat the cheese.

Why?

Two solid ’76 shows from our boys (and Mrs. Donna Jean, looking rather fetching above, but how did the British section of the afternoon go ? Blue-blooded Cardinal Steveb2973 reports on the British portion of the afternoon’s entertainment:

I went to the Sunday show. I remember a lot of Townshend’s famous windmill (and Weir doing a rather feeble imitation during the Dead’s set).

Also, Daltrey swinging his mic at the end of what seemed like an impossibly long cord, then catching it in time for the next verse. That must have been a lot of strain on the cord, because the crew had to replace the mic in mid-song once.

And at the climax of “Won’t Get Fooled Again,” Townshend, who had gone off the stage, coming back on with a long, almost baseball-style slide to accompany Daltrey’s scream.

I mentioned “Johnny B. Goode” earlier. Keith Moon introduced it by saying that Bill Graham had offered them another $100 to play an encore.

Bill later charged the band back the hundred, plus 10% for restocking and another 10% just to see if they’d notice.

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