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Dread It; Run From It; Cumberland Still Arrives

Does 4/5/89 from the Crisler Arena in Ann Arbor, MI, contain a Cumberland Blues?

It does, yes.

Is it one of the six Cumberlands of Power?

In no way, shape, or form.

Why not?

The lack of power.

That makes sense.

And Bobby keeps coming in wrong.

That, too, makes sense.

Plus, they don’t make me believe in the mining. You listen to one of the C’s of P and you’re like, “These guys are gonna die of horrible lung diseases,” but this version doesn’t give me that vibe.

What would happen if you were to assemble all six Cumberlands of Power in one place?

In some sort of Infinity Mixtape?

Sure, why not?

The jams would be in perfect balance, as all things should be.

 

It’s All Connected, Man

As TotD revealed exclusively yesterday, the Martin Scorsese-produced documentary about the Dead has had its scope significantly expanded to become the Grateful Dead Cinematic Universe (GDCU), with a strategically-planned docket of solo films, team-ups, and spin-offs scheduled from now until the end of time.

After speaking with director Amir Bar-Lev, I received an anonymous text that said “Hey, this is Amir Bar-Lev.” I told him he was terrible at being sneaky, and then he sent me a picture of Billy’s dick and the texts stopped. After the precise amount of time it would take to set up a number to text anonymously from, I got an anonymous text. “Hey, this is NOT Amir Bar-Lev,” and I just went with it to save time. Then he asked me to call him Deep Throat, but I would not go with that, even to save time. “Okay, call me Margaret, because I’m leaky.”

And I asked him to stop texting me, but he sent me the official schedule for the GDCU and was all “You didn’t hear this from me,” and sent me more dick pics, at least one of which was not Billy’s. I asked him if he would stop contacting me if I leaked the information, and then he sent me a selfie, and then a text that read, “Shit. That’s not me lol,” and at that point I put the phone in the other room.

It’s still a good scoop, so here we go: The Official Schedule for the Grateful Dead Cinematic Universe.

2017

GARCIA: THE FIRST GRATEFUL DEAD Directed by the Russo Brothers, and starring T.J. Miller as Garcia (with abs), the film sets up the other films for around two hours. It’s set during Garcia’s five months in the Army, where his drill sergeant  (Javier Bardem) is secretly a monster or a demon or some bullshit. Bardem hopes to get hold of one of the Six Cumberlands of Power, which will tie the GDCU together.

PIGPEN: THE OTHER FIRST GRATEFUL DEAD Ang Lee will helm this fractured, angular take on a complicated man. Keenan Thompson stars, and the Big Bad of the GDCU is introduced in the post-credits scene: it is Sean Penn sitting in a space-chair, and when we figure out what to do with him, you’ll be the first to know. Pig’s girlfriend will be played by Lupita Nyong’o. In the after-credits scene, Bill Graham appears to invite Pigpen to join the Grateful Dead Initiative.

2018

BOBBY: BOBBY Instead of a straight-forward tale, Nicolas Winding Refn planned a lyrical and evocative poem about Bobby’s summer on the ranch; he even had the synthesizer score written. Then Bobby insisted on playing himself and now it’s just three hours of a 68-year-old guy on a horse. (The horse is motion-capture, and played by Andy Serkis.) The second Cumberland of Power is involved, somehow.

PHIL & BILLY: COURT IN THE STREET Phil is played by Donnie Yen; Billy is played by Tony Jaa; the two of them kick the living shit out of each other for an hour. Then, Ned Lagin (The Rock) shows up and the two of them team up to fight him for control of the fourth Cumberland of Power. (The third Cumberland was claimed by the road crew on the Netflix spin-off show Front Street Blues.)

2019, 2020, 2021

Cancelled due to war.

2022

MICKEY: HART OF THE GALAXY Mickey, played by Miles Teller, is some sort of space pirate. Billy appears, now played by Shailene Woodley, as Flapjack the Space Fucker. (Billy was allowed to write his own part.) Keith and Mrs. Donna Jean are introduced, setting up their solo film.

KEITH & MRS. DONNA JEAN: WAR IN THE PARKING LOT Keith is played by Donnie Yen; Mrs. Donna Jean is played by Tony Jaa; the two of them kick the shit out of each other for an hour. Then, the second set of an ’88.

2023

GRATEFUL DEAD: WAR FOR THE HEAVENS Set in 1974, the band unites for the first time (somehow) to defeat a sentient and power-mad Wall of Sound. (The Wall is motion-capture, and played by Andy Serkis.) The Grateful Dead save the world…but at what cost? The entire movie is the post-credits scene.

BOBBY II: BOBBIER This solo film is about a solo album: none of the other Grateful Deads appear, as Bobby is instead surrounded by the Midnites (John Cena, Quvenzhané Wallis, Fred Ward in an alien costume). The fallout from the Wall’s rampage–the Reno Incident–have had sever repercussions and now the Dead is feared and loathed. Bobby just wants to play music and be treated like a rock star, so he puts together the Midnites. At their first show, though, Bobby uncovers a vast conspiracy that could rip the GDCU to shreds! Aliens? Nazis? Fuck it: alien Nazis.

2024

GARCIA 2: JERRY BAND Garcia, too, is on the run: he joins John Kahn (Adrien Brody) and a talking dog named Pumpkin. (The dog is motion-capture, and played by Andy Serkis.) Billy is along for the ride, now played by Sam Rockwell. They have been chased to China, where they have fun adventures and note what progress China has made, and how many strides the Party has taken; Garcia receives a sidekick, Choog Li (John Cho), and the production receives a billion potential viewers.

TBA

2025

UNTITLED BRENT MOVIE

An Evening With A Grateful Dead Show

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You know I never do the whole Show of the Day thing: there’s nothing wrong with it, but I prefer my show selection process to be more stochastic. A random walk through the Vault, if you will. (Or even if you won’t. You don’t get a vote.)

But, you know: Harpur College, man. Not just a night with the Grateful Dead, but An Evening With The Grateful Dead. Maaaaaan. New Riders and Acoustic Dead and then they play so loud, maaaaaaaaaaaaan.

Stop that.

It’s the little things about this show: the way Garcia absent-mindedly sings along with the chords in Dire Wolf, or the banter between Dire Wolf and BIODTL, or the way they start BIODTL with the number of beats they started it with.

Stop this, too. You’re just describing what’s currently happening in your headphones, not enumerating highlights.

Highlights are for lowlifes. Harpur College must be savored in its totality. You can’t nibble at the edges: relax your throat and take Harpur College down all at once. You can do it. Breathe through your nose. Sloooooooowly.

Holy shit, stop that.

The Cumberland is surely one of the Six Cumberlands of Powers.

Yes. There can be no doubt.

Praise be to the Cumberland.

Praise.

(Some of you might not have it on your hard drives, I suppose. That’s fine: we were all noobs at one time. The important thing is realizing that you’re a noob. The next step: stop being a fucking noob, noob.)

Other Unacceptably Sexual Names For Grateful Dead Tribute Bands

  • The Scarlet Firecrotches.
  • Joe Russo’s Almost Nude. (JRAN.)
  • The Masturbateful Dead.
  • The Vagina Riders.
  • Vagina Doll.
  • Standing On Your Poon.
  • Acoxomoxoa.
  • One From The Vault, Two In The Stink.
  • Deep-Throated Wind.
  • Dark Star Orgy-stra.
  • The Crazy Fingerers.
  • Spiral Light Of Penis.
  • Peg Me-Oh.
  • One More Thursday Night. (Not an inherently unacceptable name, but the keyboardist shows the crowd his butthole during Cumberland.)
  • The Whorelocks.
  • Touch Of Gay.
  • Touch Of Grey Pubes.
  • Shove Your Sock In My Mouth And Choke Me. (Completely inappropriate.)
  • Look At Our Dicks While We Jam At You. (Points for straightforwardness, but still: not gonna fly in this administration.)

Don’t Tell Me This Town Ain’t Got No Hartford

Just in case you’re looking for a damn fine ’87, I’ve got a damn fine ’87 to pimp: 3/27 from the Hartford Civic Center. Great first set with a double-closer (first sets have closers: look it up) of Music Never Stopped>Touch of Grey and the version I’ve linked to is a great Matrix, so you can hear the crowd go nuts when Garcia sings about surviving and whatnot.

Second set’s warm and gooey like peanut butter scooped out of a jar nestled in a fat guy’s crotch: big Dew and a Cumberland that may or may not be one of the six Cumberland Stones.