A note to the stupid: talking about a mass shooting isn’t politicizing it. A mass shooting is an inherently political event.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
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“As we know, there was a massacre in Florida, not far from here, I’d like to point out that last week, a distinguished representative from the State of Georgia went on the floor of the House of Representatives of our country and started quoting bible verses in which he basically promoted, or at least rationalized, death to gay people as a reward for the way they were born.
“This morning, the Lieutenant Governor of Texas said that, ‘Well, they’re reaping what they’ve sown, Now, I wanna ask a question: how different are these peoples’ world views from the world views of the people with ISIS? It’s the same hatred. They pull those hatreds out of different books.
“I’d just like to point that out.” – Bob Weir, 6/12/16
Tell ’em, Bobby.
How much bullshit could you sneak in there before Mickey caught on? Toaster, birdcage, Season One Air Yeezy. Clamp it on to a rack and stick a mic near it, and I think it would be there for two or three shows. (Billy would notice, but not give a fuck.)
A Brief And Invariably Incomplete Listing Of Billy And Mickey’s Current Gear:
- Snares.
- Kicks.
- Toms.
- Dicks.
- Harry Mendozas.
- Cymbals.
- Symbols. (These are drums that represent cymbals.)
- Two large wooden boxes, for some reason known only to Mickey and God.
- Tars.
- Talking drums.
- Mumbling drums. (Billy kept yelling, “SPEAK UP, FUCKER!” at it.)
- The Beast.
- The Beam.
- The Beavis
- The Balrog.
- More cymbals.
- Electronic drum pads.
- Electronic drum tampons. (I apologize for that.)
- Marimbas.
- Xylophone.
- Glockenspiel.
- Vibraphone made from Lionel Hampton’s rib cage.
- Mister Boom-Boom. (Not technically a drum, this is Mickey’s childhood teddy bear and it must be placed on stage or Mickey starts whipping drumsticks at people. Naturally, Billy steals the thing constantly, and all you hear is, “WHERE’S MISTER BOOM-BOOM?” and fweeeeee and then someone has a drumstick lodged in their neck. Billy thinks it’s hilarious.)
- Random pieces of scrap metal and wood with Stealies on them.
- The drug drum. (Y’know those fake cans of soda or WD40 that are really hiding places? Like that, and for drugs. There may occasionally be furious racoons in there when Mickey needs to wash the duffel bag.)
- Those big motherfuckers.
God bless Bobby Weir, and may he live forfuckingever.
(It’s a Parker Fly, and I’ll get to it.)
Dear Jeff Chimenti,
Hi. How are you? I’m fine. I’m glad you were not arrested on the way to Bonnaroo. I hope you will not be arrested on the way from Bonnaroo. That would ruin your Bonnaroo.
Thank you for showing us your power, Jeff Chimenti. I just want to get that out of the way: everyone appreciates the things you do and the power you display, and your hair.
That said: dammit, Jeff Chimenti, you are a Grateful Dead now and Grateful Deads wear Grateful Dead shirts. Get that weak-ass Ratdog shit out of here. I’m sure you’ll be jamming with your dope buddy Jay Lane soon; you may wear your Ratdog merch there. This is the big leagues, and I think we both know what league that shirt is competing in.
I am sorry you forced me to chastise you, Jeff Chimenti. I look forward to many more displays of your awesome power.
Sincerely,
TotD
ps You’re kidding me with that thing, right? Key-ter Dinklage up there? Is that little sumbitch the other keyboards’ gimp? Do they use it for sexual pleasure? Is it secretly a dab rig? Don’t be getting all dabbed out on stage, Jeff Chimenti: that would rob you of your power.
There are Enthusiasts who despise everything Dead and Bro stands for and sounds like; there are others who will fill stadiums and Shakedowns across the country this summer.
On a terrible day, they played music for a few hours. Mrs. Donna Jean sang, and she sounded just like she used to. It wasn’t a Dead show because there isn’t any Grateful Dead anymore, but it was close.
Close is good enough for today.
“When did you learn how to play bass, Mr. Marsalis?”
“YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE BAND WHEN HE SAT IN!”
Ooh, trippy.
“Bob?”
“Yeah, Josh?”
“Something is happening.”
“Uh-huh, yeah. Infinacy.”
“Not a word.”
“And yet a thing.”
“What happens now?”
“Gotta fight all the other versions of you.”
“I don’t think I want to be in this band anymore.”
“Well, you know: you called us.”
Yes, I’m posting a shot of Bobby’s Apple Watch. Sue me.
Wouldn’t it be funny to leave Josh Meyers’ watch out? It took him hours to pick out.
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Ah, fuck it:
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