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

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Preaching To The Choiroo

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“MENTION SEAWORLD!”

“Lillian Monster, I’m gonna talk about the Orlando thing and all the assholes and all that.”

“WHAT ABOUT VEGAN RECIPES?”

“I wanna stay on topic, I think. Gonna tell people to vote.”

“BERNIE!”

“Just, you know, just ‘to vote’ is gonna be the message, sis. Any chance you could put the bullhorn down?”

“MICKEY ASKED ME TO USE IT!”

“She’s the only person I can hear, Bob.”

“When did I become the grown-up?”

United And It Feels Pretty Good, Too

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“My word, Phil. You have changed.”

“Not Phil, Mrs. Donna Jean. Oteil Burbridge.”

“Oh! Did the Supreme Court integrate the Dead?”

“It just kind of happened. Have you seen Jeff Chimenti?”

“Yeah, bad news. I drove into him in the parking lot. Muscle memory.”

“Shit!”

“Well, sugar: he was a keyboardist for the Grateful Dead. They don’t get pensions.”

“You’re crazier than the rest of them put together, aren’t you?”

“Shh. No one’s figured it out yet.”

What’s In The Box?

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Mallet quiver.

Also: Mickey’s just trolling us at this point. He knows that as long as he makes up a cockamamie story about God being a drum stool or whatever, then he can whack on anything he wants and call it a drum.

What the hell are those things? A Necessarily Abridged Conjecture:

  • Cedar chests for all the Dead & Co t-shirts Mickey plans on yoinking over the tour.
  • Furious raccoons formed union and demanded an upgrade from the duffel bag.
  • Precarious stopped by; Mickey let him balance some heavy bullshit at a dangerous angle for old time’s sake.
  • For Tom Cruise to stand on. (He was going to come out for Bird Song.)
  • Home to a disembodied hand that acts as Mickey’s servant.
  • Contains sacred dirt from Mickey’s homeland of Drumsylvania; if separated from this holy earth, Mickey would lose his spectral powers and Drums would only be twenty minutes that night.
  • They’re Skinner boxes.
  • Oh, dear Lord: Benjy might be in one of those.

I’ll Get Up And Fly Away

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As noticed by all who watched the ‘cast last night from Bonnaroo, there was another guest star in addition to Mrs. Donna Jean: the Parker Fly guitar. He (or someone) posted this pic from his tour bus before the show. (Bobby has a tour bus. We’ll get to that, too.)

The Parker Fly was invented, naturally, by a guy named Larry Fishman. It is an exceedingly nerdy guitar: it is to a Strat what a McLaren P1 is to a Miata; they’re both two-seater sports cars, but one’s made out of unobtainium. You see the part that looks like the body of a guitar? It’s not: that’s a carbon fiber exoskeleton with hardwood overlays. And the neck’s part-carbon fiber, too, and instead of regular pickups, the thing has piezoelectrics. (Piezoelectrics have something to do with ceramic. That is the extent of my knowledge, and that’s probably wrong.) The bridge is super-advanced and has a multitude of settings. The tuning pegs are made of mithril.

As you know, Enthusiasts, the financial metric in use at Fillmore South is the Ford Focus; the Fly is not that expensive. You could not get a new Ford Focus for its price, but you could pick up a 2006 with 100,00 miles and a clean bill of health.

What’s the point, you might ask? Weight. The Fly’s carbon fiber construction means it’s only 4.5 pounds, which is around half as light as most guitars, or one-tenth of the weight of Tiger.

So: is Bobby’s shoulder acting up, necessitating a lighter instrument? Could be. Maybe he just likes the sound and thinks it looks gnarly? (It does.)

This has been the latest installment in the series “What the fuck is that thing?”

You May Make Hologram Donna

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I’m not sure how I didn’t think of “Donnaroo.” It’s obvious. But, I didn’t.

Thank God for the Comment Section and their creative minds, generous natures and non-litigious temperaments.

(Speaking of which: I could make a bunch of GIFs from the show if you’d like, but I don’t know how to chop the video up into sub-15-minute chunks. If anyone knows how, then speak now or forever hold your Playin’ Wails.)

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