This pass, too, will grant you access to the backstage area of a Grateful Dead concert. Many wonderful things might happen. Something else might happen that’s not that wonderful, but it entirely expected.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
For the shows welcoming back Garcia, Bill Graham experimented with an all-child road crew. “The Children’s Crusade went so well, I just figured…It did not go well? The children were all sold into slavery almost immediately upon leaving their homes? WHY DOES NO ONE TUTOR BILL GRAHAM ON EUROPEAN HISTORY!?”
Like I said, it’s nice to see some representation for the backbench, but–and I am a man who used to manage a comic book store–I have no idea who these people are.
The only thing I remember about the Rawhide Kid is that in the edgy, anything-goes Aughts, Marvel did this “mature” comic where he was gay, and hey: gay dude in the Wild West–could be interesting, but the thing looked like it was written by the twelve-year-old everyone’s pretty sure is gonna shoot up the place one day:
“Hey, rawhide Kid. Are you going to pull out your gun? In a gay fashion?
“Why, YEEEEESSSS. Here it is, it’s my gun, lah-dee-dong. Do I smell man-butt?”
And so on for another twenty pages.
(Also, here’s something personal you didn’t know about TotD: I punched the guy who wrote this in a Los Angeles bar.)
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