Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Another shot from Red Rocks ’78: I’ve finished the July Completeness, and I expect to dive right back into it tomorrow or the next day; it’s just that good.
Also: if this picture were a drawing, you would tell the artist to practice their perspectives.
Look at this bullshit. Look at all this bullshit. I’ve been sitting here giggling at it for five minutes. Everything is off-kilter and askew: nothing kilters and there is no skew. Not one skew. To paraphrase Ghostbusters: no human would set up a rock band like this.
The Dead’s crew took “Just put that anywhere” as a dare.
Precarious Lee never won any awards. He came in third in his sixth grade spelling bee, and that was better than he had expected to do, so he was happy. He created no lasting works; Precarious never learned to sculpt, and he didn’t have the patience for novel-writing. He facilitated art, but never got around to making any. Precarious has lived his life without inflicting much of a scar on the historical record.
But, Precarious? He did that bullshit right there.
And that bullshit right there? That’s art.
BIG NEWS! David Lemiuexsicaltheatre has gotten a haircut!
That’s not the big news.
Yeah? Tell that to Big-Dicked Sheila.
Please keep the actual world and your silly skitches separate.
No.
Fine. Then at least tell the nice people the actual news.
July ’78 Box Set. Three uncirculated shows from Kansas City, St. Paul, and Omaha; plus the two Red Rock shows.
Wait. Those are the part of the long-lost Betty Board cache.
Yup. Spider-Man’s back at Marvel, Bettys are back in the Vault, God’s in His Heaven, and all’s right with the world.
All?
Oh, no: not all. But those two things are cool.
Sure.
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