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I Guarantee You Did Not See This One Coming

“Good evening, everyone. I’m Grateful Dead archivist David Lemieux. I’m here with Gary Lambert, who will not have a speaking part due to the limitations of the dialogue-only format, and the great Jesse Jarnow. Hey, Jesse.”

“Thanks for having me, Dave.”

“David.”

“Sorry.”

“Jesse, we have a great show from 1993 tonight, or at least most of a great show from 1993.”

“Right. The last couple songs were not filmed.”

“Right. Do you know why not?”

“Because the Dead weren’t occasionally bush league. They were fully committed to half-assing it, phoning it in, and declaring their efforts ‘good enough.’ They were big-league bush leaguers.”

“Interesting. Can you share your thoughts on Gary’s shirt?”

“I’d rather not, David.”

“Also interesting.”

SWHUBBLEDUBBLEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPOP!

“Jesse, are you still there?”

“BOOF ME!”

“Excuse me?”

“SHOVE ME UP YOUR ASS AND BECOME IMMORTAL.”

“Okay, this is just inappropriate.”

“I AM THE UNIVERSAL CLEANSER.”

“Excuse me for a sec.”

“Hey, hoser.”

Me?

“You see any other hosers around here?”

Guess not.

“Shit like this is why you’re not allowed on the pre-show.”

Aw.

“No one to blame but yourself, buddy.”

I know.

The Webcast Of God

“Hi, everyone. Welcome to our regular Friday night webcast. I’m Dead archivist David Lemieux. Joining me is the co-host of Tales From The Golden Road, Gary Lambert, and NBA Hall-of-Famer and Deadhead Bill Walton.”

“David, it’s no coincidence that we meet tonight on Zoom, because that’s what the Grateful Dead’s music does to me, and to us all. Who hasn’t been zoomed to Jupiter by a world-shattering Other One, or zoomed in their rear areas by a tasty Music Never Stopped? The great Aretha Franklin once asked ‘Who’s zooming who?’ and tonight I have her answer: the Dead is zooming us, Miz Franklin.”

“I love your enthusiasm, Bill.”

“The French call it joie de vivre, David. That’s more words than ‘enthusiasm,’ but fewer syllables. The French have always been known for their efficiency.”

“Have they?”

“Oh, yeah. For years, that’s how Coach Wooden would end our practices. ‘You looked good out there, boys, but don’t forget that the French have always been known for their efficiency.’ Kareem and I still wrap up our phone conversations with the phrase.”

“That’s very sweet, actually.”

“Kareem’s a pussycat. David?”

“Uh-huh, eh?”

“Why is Gary not speaking?”

“The restrictions of the dialogue-only format. It just gets too confusing with more than two people.”

“Gotcha. I’m getting a bit of scramble on my end here. The connection’s getting–”

SHWIZZLEbleeeeeeeeeeZAP!

“LEMIEUX! YOU ARE THE DISEASED CUNT OF A DEAD MOOSE!”

“Um…Bill?”

“THE GORKY MUTANT HAS BEEN DISPLACED BY MY GENIUS!”

“Oh, hey, Klaus Kinski.”

“KEEP MY ESTEEMED NAME FROM YOUR THIN CANADIAN LIPS! USE THOSE LIPS FOR EATING BEAVER ASS, AND PRAISING MEDIOCRITIES! I WILL RUN YOU OVER WITH A CEMENT TRUCK!”

“Y’know, if I’ve offended you, then I apologize.”

“APOLOGIZE? APOLOGIZE!?”

BANG!

“Did you just shoot Gary ‘Legs’ Lambert?”

“YES! AND I ENJOYED THE ACT SO MUCH THAT I EJACULATED CONCURRENTLY! MY JOY RUNS DOWN MY BEAUTIFUL THIGH!”

“You are a mean man.”

Ja. Bring me a cigarette and a teenager.”

All In The Family

“Wook, Gampa! I got a chainsaw!”

“No, Baby Lambert! Don’t start that!”

BrumbrumBRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE

“I killed a man, Gampa!”

“It’s fine, Baby Lambert. It was only John Popper.”

“So much of him! Gonna play in the entrails!”

“No, Baby Lambert! Don’t play–”

SQUISHSQUISHSQUISH

“–in the entrails.”

“I okay, Gampa. Gonna cast a white guy as Jafar in Aladdin!”

“No, Baby Lambert! No whitewashing!”

“Can’t stop me!”

“Wait. Hey, dickface.”

“Me, Dad?”

“Shut up, Grahame. Hey! You!”

Me?

“Why is Gary ‘Legs’ Lambert my grandson now?”

Why not?

“You’ll die obscure. And soon.”

“Yeah! Tell him, Dad!”

“GO WAIT IN THE CAR, BOY!”

“Aw.”

Lesh, Lesh, Legs

“Dad, I don’t wanna wear matching outfits.”

“Grahame, goddammit, it’s Father-Son Sunday.”

“I know, Dad. I love Father-Son Sunday.”

“Remember when we went fishing?”

“We’ve never been fishing, Dad.”

“You’re just jealous of my guns.”

“I’m not.”

“Feel ’em, boy.”

“I’m not going to–”

“FEEL DADDY’S GUNS, BOY!”

“Very impressive.”

“That’s the power of P90X. Your mother and I are nuts for it.”

“You keep telling me.”

“Grahame, lemme ask you something.”

“Here it comes.”

“When you giving me another grandbaby?”

“I don’t want to have this conversation again.”

“Your brother had Baby Levon. What do you have? A beard.”

“You said you liked my beard.”

“Oh, sure. Maybe I’ll take pictures of it and put them up on the fridge.”

“Dad, please.”

“I don’t care if you’re married or not. Make me a goddamned baby.”

“I’m not really seeing anyone right now.”

“Are you into fellows? You know you can tell me.”

“I’m straight, Dad.”

“I’ll buy you and your boyfriend a baby. Shit, I’ll pony up the extra for a white kid. I don’t care at this point. I want another grandchild.”

“Um, guys? Phil? Grahame? You’re, uh, live on the air.”

“Oh, shit, Gary. Didn’t see you there. We’re on the air?”

“Yeah, Phil.”

“What channel?”

“JamOn.”

“No one’s listening.”

Some Rise, Some Fall, Some Fade Away

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The mystery deepens, Enthusiasts: we have this article from the 1/6/98 edition of the New York Times which suggests that Terrapin Station, a never-built multimedia venue dedicated to the Grateful Dead, was more than just fantasy. (I mean, it never actually existed, so it technically does still count as a fantasy, but there were plans made and budgets drawn and locations scouted.)

In fact, there was this graf:

Deadheads seem to be behind the project and have already contributed $1.5 million. Unlike most rock corporate ventures, the Grateful Dead has a very elaborate business partnership in which the musicians are heavily involved. Each original member owns an equal share in Grateful Dead Productions and has an equal vote in approving merchandise and business decisions.

Please don’t let this be a grift, please don’t let this be a grift.

Nearly a year after the announcement of plans to build a $40 million multimedia-shrine to the defunct, San Francisco-based psychedelic-rock group, a location is still not secured and a tentative ground-breaking date is not yet penciled in.

As it now stands, the project — which was originally expected to be completed by the end of December 1999 — might not even get underway before the new millennium, according to Gary Lambert, editor of the Grateful Dead Almanac, the band’s official newsletter. – MTV News, 10/6/98

Dammit.

Now I’m officially curious, and I need someone who knows what they’re talking about to fill in the end of this story. Someone bother Gary about this; he’s probably at a show.