I always wonder what musician are looking at when they play. God? Tits? The floor? What’s the difference?
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Hey, Garcia. Whatcha wearing?
“Blanket.”
Yeah. Guy on the left is killing it.
“He is, yeah.”
Rest of you look like mutants.
“Cannot argue with that.”
Mickey?
“Sure?”
You got on a watch cap and bell-bottoms, but also a cape.
“Your point?”
Can’t be in the Navy and a dracula at the same time.
“Don’t tell me how to live my life.”
…
Why aren’t you wearing a Dead shirt?
“They haven’t been invented yet.”
Makes sense.
Is it me, or does Garcia look like a tiny Andre the Giant in this pic?
In the Torah, it is written, “Thou shalt celebrate the New Year with somewhat-dim photos of Garcia and Bobby playing acoustic guitar with the New Riders in St. John of Jerusalem Cathedral in Kent England.”
Admittedly, it’s a weird thing to find in a holy book, but let’s face it: it’s ain’t the goofiest statement in that book by a long shot.
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