Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Tag: bob weir (Page 76 of 198)

In Which Bobby And Sir Paul Set Forth To Find Their Futures, And The Earthroamer’s Bathroom Sings Its Siren Song

lego earthroamer 2

“The Earthroamer looks different than last time, Bob.”

“Y’know, that’s the sort of detail we like to gloss over around here.”

“It’s very nice in here, actually.”

“Have you pooped yet?”

“The very second I got onboard. Couldn’t control me bowels, Bob.”

“Earthroamer does that to people. Drives Josh nuts.”

“Josh?”

“Josh Meyers. New kid in the band. Likes to buy shit, wear clothes. We keep stealing the ‘roamer for adventures, and pooping.”

“Are there many adventures, Bob?”

“There’s sure as shit a lotta pooping!”

lego billy 77.jpg

“Hey, Billy.”

“Just left a log in there. An actual log.”

“Because we’re lego.”

“There ya go, Weir. Where we going?”

“In search of the disgraced rogue chemist Doctor Gary, so we need to find Katy Perry.”

“Ooh, nice. Gonna make a run at her.”

“Okay.”

“Squeeze her melons like a Jewish lady in the produce section.”

“If you say so, Bill.”

“Don’t tell Cher.”

“Dammit, Kreutzmann, stop lying about that.”

“If you say so, Weir. Who’s the old lady in the wig?”

“Sir Patrick Stewart.”

“Never heard of him. Hey, how’d you steal this thing this time? Thought Josh was paying attention to it.”

jm the situation

“He’s busy with his new friends, I guess.”

“Kids these days.”

In Which Bobby And Sir Paul, Who Continue To Be Lego, Realize Both The Nature Of Their Predicament, And, In Conversation With A Shark, A Solution Appears

lego beatles big

“How many days is this going to last, Bob?”

“You’re referring to the fact that while jamming with you and Gronk at Fenway Park last week, my compatriots dosed you and me with God-only-knows-what, causing us to translegofy and also meet many guest stars, including Elvis several times?”

“And also spout exposition, apparently.”

“I was just being polite. Sometimes this crap is tough to follow.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Ser Pico–

“Huh?”

“–I think I know a way out of this. But, first: how does my hair look?”

lego bobby77

“Your hair looks like plastic.”

“Sexy plastic?”

“Bob.”

“All right, all right. Keep your crown on, Your Rampantness. Closest I can figure is we found the LD of the emic.”

“What does that mean?”

“We gave reality an overdose. Might have to jam an adrenaline needle in God’s heart.”

“Metaphorically?”

“Hope so.”

“Bob, you’re making no sense.”

“Yes, but I know someone who does. We just gotta find him. Hey! Lefty!”

“You’re not gonna be mean to me, are you?”

lego left shark

“Nah, I just got a question.”

“My wife left me.”

“Sorry to hear that. You seen Katy Perry? More specifically, you seen Doctor Gary?”

“Last I saw him, he was masterminding Katy’s kidnapping.”

“Didn’t that storyline wrap up?”

“Do storylines ever really wrap up?”

“Sure, sure.”

“Excuse me, Bob: what’s happening here?”

“Oh my God! Yoko Ono!”

“Do I have a trailer I can go to, Bob?”

“Better. Much better.”

lego earthroamer

“Is that an Earthroamer, Bob?”

“Close enough.”

In Which Things Deteriorate, And Bobby And Sir Paul (Who Are Still Lego) Encounter Old Friends And New

paul mccartnet lego awful

“Bob, I don’t feel good.”

“Yeah, you look bad. Like a Chinese knockoff of yourself.”

“Would be lovely to be sobering up some time soon.”

“You late for something?”

“No, no. Just like to stop being a Lego. Feeling a bit freaked out.”

“Huh. Mr. ‘Y’know, the Beatles took a lotta acid’ is freaked out? How ’bout that?”

“Really, Bob?”

art pins band lego

“Just a bit of friendly rivalry.”

“Which one are you?”

“In the shorts with the guitar.”

“That doesn’t look anything like you.”

“You’re one to talk, Beatle Hitler.”

“Don’t call me Beatle Hitler, Bob.”

“What’s that on your face, then?”

“Okay, yes, yes: it is a Hitler mustache.”

“There ya go.”

“But please don’t…top right, Bob.”

“Huh?”

“The toppermost fellow to the right. Playing a little keyboard.”

“Sure, sure. I wanna say his name is Victor.”

“His head is on upside-down, Bob.”

“Huh.”

“I want to go home, Bob. Or, at the very least, to the nearest five-star hotel.

“Five? Sure, yeah. This tour, we’re only staying at seven-star hotels. The beds are enormous.”

“Bob.”

“There’s a king bed, but these are called emperors.”

“Bob.”

“It’s the size of the entire room, which is actually not great.”

“I want to go home, Bob.”

“AH’LL RESCUE YOU, YER HIGHNESS!

Elvis-Trooper-Lego

“Bob, am I hallucinating, or is Elvis in a Stormtrooper outfit?”

“Those questions aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“YOKO! HAIRY GARCIA! AH WAS FEELIN’ UNWELL AND DR. NICK ATTENDED TO ME. AH WOKE UP AT COMICON IN SOME DANG WEIRDO SUIT, AND NOW AH AM HERE TO RESCUE YOU AND AH WILL ALSO SHARE MAH PILLS, BECAUSE AH AM THE KING.’

“Stop calling me that.”

“I’m actually not Hairy Garcia. I just look like him now.”

“NO TIME FOR THAT HORSEPUCKY! COME WITH THE KING AND HIDE BEHIND MY KARATE AND NUMBER ONE HITS! AH WILL DEFEND YOU FROM THAT THERE GIANT LION!”

“Giant lion?”

lego katy perry superbowl

“Bob, have you seen John?”

“Oh, hey, Katy Perry. Do you know Elvis?”

“MA’AM.”

“Oh, hey, Elvis. We’ve met. Dr. Nick is Dr. Gary’s brother.”

“That makes sense.”

“Where’s John?”

“Portland.”

“Fly, Kitty Purry!”

THE SOUND OF A LEGO LION FLYING TO OREGON, WHATEVER THAT SOUNDS LIKE

“That was unexpected.”

“Sure.”

In Which Bobby And Sir Paul, Who Remain Lego, Examine Their Situation, Meet New Friends, And Are Challenged To Karate By Elvis (Who Is Also Lego)

beatles lego

“Bob, this is getting out of hand.”

“Which part?”

“All of it. All of it, really. The dosing, the legofication, all of it. Me friends are here now, and two of them are supposed to be dead.”

“There might be a little bit of Time Sheath involvement here, I think.”

“Time what?”

“Sheath.”

“Sheath?”

“Yeah, but it’s capitalized.”

“Sheath.”

“Right.”

“Like a time machine?”

“No, not really. Nothing like a machine.”

“It’s a Sheath.”

“Bob, I’m a patient man, but you’re getting me angry.”

“WHO YOU TALKING TO, QUEENFUCKER?”

deadandco lego

“Good one, Lego Billy.”

“Thanks, Lego Branford.”

“Motherfucker, I will kick your lego ass you call me that one more time!”

“Is that your new band, Bob?”

“Appears to be, yeah.”

“This is very good acid, Bob. It is just acid, correct?”

“There might be some other stuff in it.”

“Such as?”

“Magic.”

“Mm, yes.”

“Little bit of turmeric.”

“I was going to say that I was feeling very anti-inflammated.”

“Fellow named Doctor Gary is doing some of our work for us now.”

“Oh, Katy Perry’s man?”

“Yup, yup.”

“Bob, this is it, right? As weird as it’s going to get, I mean?”

“Uhh, yeah? Maybe. Could be. Definitely could be.”

“AH CHALLENGE BOTH BEATLE AND GRATEFUL DEAD TO COMBAT IN MAH LEGO DOJO.”

“Or, you know: not.”

elvis lego karate

“FIGHT WITH THE KING, HARRY GARCIA AND YOKO!”

“Everyone has to stop calling me that.”

“AH WILL KICK YOU WITH MAH HANDS AND PUNCH YOU WITH MAH FEET. AH C’N DO SHIT LIKE THAT CUZ AH’M ELVIS.”

“Do you know him, Bob?”

“Of course I know him: he’s Elvis.”

“No, no. Personally.”

“We’ve not been introduced.”

“Why is he here, then?”

“T’KICK HIPPIE ASS!”

“He’s here to kick hippies ass, I guess.”

“Do we have to fight him?”

“Well see next post?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

In Which Paul McCartney, Dosed By The Grateful Dead, Turns Into Lego And Is Then Berated By Billy And Mickey (Who Are Also Lego)

The-Beatles-Abbey-Road-version-LEGO-600x365

“Bob?”

“Sure?”

“I must say I’m a bit disappointed with you for dosing me.”

“Well, I didn’t do it.”

“You knew it was happening.”

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t encourage it, though.”

“But you also didn’t stop it.”

“Where’s the bliss in that?”

“Bob?”

lego ded brent

“Yoko?”

“I have warned you about that.”

“Shut the fuck up, limey!”

“You tell him, Billy! Watch your mouth, fuckface!”

“Good one, Mick! I’ll punch your wig in the dick, you talk to Weir that way!”

“Yeah, only we get to talk to Weir that way.”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“You let your drummers speak?”

“Can’t rightly stop ’em most of the time.”

“Wow. Ringo cleared his throat too loudly once, and Lennon choked him out.”

“Huh.”

“How long will we be Lego?”

“Another post or two.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Weir On Our Way Home

bobby paul mccartney

“Bob, I’m going to ask you a question and I need you to tell me the truth, and also I desperately need you not to call me ‘Yoko’ anymore.”

“Sure, Ozzy.”

“Close enough. And I know you seem to view a conversation as some form of interpretive dance, but I must ask you that be straightforward with me.”

“Yup, okay.”

“Did you dose me?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“I was too specific in me question, wasn’t I?”

“Yup.”

“Have I been dosed?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“And who was it that dosed me?”

“No one dosed you.”

“Who were they that dosed me?”

“Buncha guys.”

“Bob!”

“Well, you know, in their defense: it’s a special occasion. Dead and the Beatles. Portentous.”

“I feel a bit strange, Bob.”

“What do you mean?”

lego paul mccartney

“I can’t truly describe it, but I don’t think I can play me bass like this.”

“You have no nose.”

“How will I smell?”

“Bloomin’ awful.”

“I need you to take this seriously, Bob. Help me. I’m a Beatle, and a Knight and a billionaire. Help me.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure.”

lego bobby shorts

“Better?”

“NO, BOB. NOT BETTER. I meant get me back to being a person, not join me here in toyland.”

“Ah. Well, I seem to recall a little lecture about being straightforward. That’s the pot telling the gander to heal thyself.”

“I actually understood that.”

“Yeah, well: you’re on a shitload of acid.”

“Right, right. How long does this last?”

“The acid or the storyline?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

A Knight Shouldn’t Be Treated This Way

bobby paul blurry.png

“Bob, why is everything so blurry?”

“Could be a metaphor about artistic cohesion and the waning thrust of creativity.”

“The universe is doing metaphors?”

“This one.”

“Bob?”

“Yoko?”

“Really: stop that.”

“Sure, sure.”

“What’s going on again?”

“Semi-fictionality. Kinda like a pocket reality? Character free of context, but bound to narrative. Plus a time machine.”

“Bob.”

“It’s a Time Sheath, if you wanna get technical about it.”

“Bob.”

“Also, dead people aren’t dead. Well, they’re dead, but they still come around.”

“If you see one of those Dancing Bears wandering around, that’s probably Brent. He’s a big fan. Or it might be a demon.”

“Uh-huh. I don’t understand.”

“That’s natural. This is actually one of those deals where the more you explain it, the less sense it makes. Helps if you’re tripping.”

“Tripping? On acid?”

CUT TO: BACKSTAGE

“You dosed Sir Paul McCartney? I dosed Sir Paul McCartney. Jesus, how many people dosed Sir Paul McCartney? We should check on him.

CUT TO: BOBBY AND PAUL

“I don’t do that anymore, Bob.”

“Oh, yeah, no. Me neither. No, no.”

“I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“I know some jokes.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“You gonna get that?”

“This is Sir Paul. How did you get this number?”

“Please hold for Taylor Swift.”

“Excuse me?”

taylor-swift-dumped-calvin-harris-over-the-phone-ftr

“Oh. My. GOD! Sir Paul McCartney. I am your biggest fan in the world and I have all your records. Plus I got in full hair and makeup for this call.”

“I’m a little busy, love.”

“I will FUCK YOU WITH YOUR OWN WIG if you don’t date me immediately, YOU PASTY, SHIT-EYED, LIMEY FUCK!”

“What?”

“My numbers Jew and my press homo say I gotta suck your iron-deficient cock on TMZ to get my Q back up. I’m sending my jet.”

BRITISH DIAL TONE EVEN THOUGH BRITISH PHONES NO LONGER DO THAT (I ASUUME)

“That was Taylor Swift? She is coming to kidnap me.”

“Well, then: lucky you’re here. I’ve got experience with this kind of bullshit.”

“Why is my spine tingling, Bob?”

“Is it? Huh. Could be your Beatle-Sense.”

“No, Bob.”

The Walrus And Paul

Portable Network Graphics image-FDB12B8D129B-1

“Y’know, Bob: I took quite a bit of acid in my day.”

“You’re adorable.”

“VEGETARIANISM IS A COMPROMISE WITH THE CHEESE DEVIL!”

“Have you met my sister-in-law, Lillan Monster?”

“Monsters? Gronks? What the hell is going on?”

“Y’got a little too close to a Grateful Dead, Yoko–”

“I’m begging you to stop calling me that.”

“–and things get off the rails quick.”

“Well, Bob, you know: Beatles were awful weird, too. Things got strange.”

“Seriously: you’re adorable.”

“We went to India.”

“We owned an Indian. It turned out, you know, that he was a Catholic guy from Rhode Island, but the intent was there.”

“A woman broke up the Beatles.”

“A sound system broke up the Dead.”

“We let Billy Preston into the band.”

“Yeah, that was a British thing. See, Americans had met black people before, so they weren’t impressed with his little Afro wig and his grin.”

“That was harsh, Bob.”

“Don’t get me started on Billy Preston, man. Long history there.”

“Okay, okay.”

MRONCH MRONCH MRONCH

“Bob, did the Gronk just eat my bass player?”

“Yeah, uh-huh.”

“That’s not vegetarian.”

“The opposite.”

« Older posts Newer posts »