Eagle-eyed Enthusiasts will note Matt Kelly is not being assaulted by any drummers whatsoever in this photo. Hawk-eyed Enthusiasts understand that the look on Jaco’s face might best be described as “currently deciding whether you’re a secret robot assassin.” Hippo-eyed Enthusiasts will take the photo as a threat, and charge and kill it. Aye-aye-eyed Enthusiasts won’t be taken seriously by anyone. Cock-eyed Enthusiasts won’t see dick.
Stop it.
Shan’t.
Shall.
Mustn’t.
MUST!
I haven’t the energy to fight. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it–
God, I hate you.
–but I’m riddled with disease.
You’ve brought it up once or twice.
I’m being inspiring. I’m an inspiration. I’m a hero.
Please just spit up a few more lines about the Dead and go back to sitting quietly and not bothering the nice people.
Fine, but once more: I’m only giving in because–
OHMIGOD I’M ROOTING FOR THE CANCER.
–I’ve lost my wind due to my many and various maladies.
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No re–
Do whatever you want, man.
–sponse? Thank you for your support in this trying time. Keen-eyed Enthusiasts have spotted that Bobby’s fit during the Jaco gig includes a sling, and not the Hell In A Bucket video-type sling, either.
Bobby fell off his bike in September of ’86 and spent the next month or so plastered up and unable to play guitar, but still perfectly capable of wearing jean shorts. As usual, Corry over at Hooterollin’ has more info and some context to thereby heighten one’s understanding of the situation.
Also: John Cipollina. That’s it, that’s the whole tweet.
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