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Pete Townshend, Jerry Garcia, And Some Coke

“And then the alien jumps down, right, and eats Harry Dean Stanton.”

“Blimey, Jer. ‘Ow’d you get away, then?”

“Pete, for the third time: this didn’t happen to me.”

“Right, right. Go on.”

“So Sigourney Weaver takes off her clothes for some reason, right? And she’s got on a pair of panties that are, like, not functional. They’re just not big enough to perform the task of underwear.”

“Blimey. Fuck her, didja?”

“Again, Pete: movie.”

“Sorry. Right.”

“And then she blasts the sucker out of the airlock.”

“You guys have an airlock? Where? On your bus?”

“Is Entwistle around?”

“Yeah, but he’s not much of a talker.”

“I would prefer that.”

I Can’t Complain

This was the Day on the Green in ’76–well, one of the two days–and Garcia looks skinny, and though you can’t see it in this picture Bobby is wearing either jodhpurs or puttees. Some form of non-trouser pant.

But this is what Roger Daltrey looked like:

“What’s the matter, Weir? You’ve been pouting all day?”

“Well, Jer: you know how I’m usually the best-looking guy in the room?”

“Sure.”

“You see Daltrey?”

“Healthy specimen.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“It’s just two shows, Weir. Next week you’ll be competing with Billy and Phil again.”

“I guess.”

“Aw. C’mon, buddy. He ain’t that great.”

“Y’think?”

“I’m not generally one to look at another guy’s crotch, but where’s his potato salad?”

“I see none.”

“Like a Ken doll.”

“You always know what to say, Garcia.”

“You’re my guy, Bob.”

“Can I take my shirt off for our set, too?”

“I will whip you to death with my guitar cord if you remove your shirt, Bob.”

“Okay.”

“We’re not that kind of group.”

“We could be.”

“No, we couldn’t. Besides, if you take your shirt off, Billy’ll take his off.”

“That’s no good for anyone.”

“No.”

American, Pastoral

jerry bobby flowers dotg 76

The pustules bloomed early that season, and the farmer had to hire extra scythes for the cull.

Foggy morning, and fog is just a cloud that couldn’t hack it; it tortured the scythes and turned them around and fed them panic by the spoonful.  When the biggest one started to cry, the dirt turned on them. Roots wrapped round their ankles: spiky fenchurch, and leafy whistleweed, and hairy alabaga.

And when the sun had finished rising, there was no sound except the sallybugs called the faithful to prayer. The throated ivy eyed the farmhouse and the barn.

“Jer?”

“Yeah, Bob?”

“What did we take?”

“Drugs.”

“Ah.”

Green Day

img_2956This neat picture of Garcia was taken at the Big Rock–

No.

–Powwow in…what?

This is October of 1976. The Day on the Green. It was an official release.

So was the Big–

Shut the fuck up.

–Rock…aw. You’re mean.

Yeah.

This is a much better look for the Big Guy, though.

Y’know that bit from Kill Bill about how Superman is the real guy, and Clark Kent is the disguise?

Sure.

Garcia’s beard was his real face.

Whoa.

Yeah.

Friend Of A Friend Of The Devil

bobby jerry bill graham jpb 76

“Hey, Bobby,” Garcia said under his breath.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, man.”

“The hat’s cool and all…but, you know: the hat’s not all there is to the matter, is it?””

“I am not even looking at you. Please shut up.”

Bobby doodled on his guitar.

“I feel like I should ask him which side he served in Mr. Lincoln’s infernal war.”

“Listen, he’s my friend. Leave it alone. Your friends are terrible, too.

Here Be Tiger

bobby jerry bill graham backstage

Before descending into the Caves of N’st, where love stumbles and reason goes to lunch and doesn’t tell anyone in the office where it’s going, Bobby and Garcia and Bill Graham would bullshit for a little while.

p.s. Look at this photo: the guy taking it was a good hike away, but Bobby’s using his laser eyes on him. Bobby’s like a bird of prey when it comes to spotting cameras.

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