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Phil In The Night Of Redeeming

May 15, 2016 / / 0 Comments

PHIL’S WAR JOURNAL – ENTRY TWO

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“Courts are quiet. Still, like a dead hooker.

“Chairs are where I left them. Colorful, like the bruises on a dead hooker.

“Also, there was dead hooker in playground. Had busboys throw in canal.

“The filth spreads, but not here. Junkies and whores. They dance. I sit. I wait. Streets are full of human chum, armed with sex-knives. They have rights. They have lawyers. I have a lacrosse stick with a sharpened end. I have pills for alertness. I have the busboys.

“You will not stand, so I will rise. You are weak, so I will be Phil.

“I own the night. And the bocce courts.”

In The Dark Knight

May 14, 2016 / / 1 Comment

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PHIL’S WAR JOURNAL – ENTRY ONE

“I own the night. I am the night. Poopers are a cowardly and superstitious lot, and they shall fear me.”

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“For I am the night.”

Wait, are you Punisher or Batman?

“I’m Phil. Phil Lesh. Of the Grateful Dead.”

Right.

“And I’m also the night.”

You can’t be the night. It’s a period of time. It’s like being Tuesday.

“If I identify as the night, then I can use any bathroom I want. Obama said so.”

Thanks, Obama.

“I’m gonna miss blaming that guy for things.”

Me, too.

Six Young Chiquitas In Omaha

May 14, 2016 / / 2 Comments

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This is the only picture available from 7/5/78 from the Omaha Civic Auditorium, and it may or may not be a random picture from ’78 that I am claiming is from 7/5/78. Regardless, it is enormous and fit for use as a desktop or, if you are a medievel Pope, a ceiling fresco.

As you may have guessed, somehow or other a copy of the Complete July ’78 Recordings Of Completeness found its way to Fillmore South and, after a minute or two of thought, I decided to start with David Lemieuxnitionsexpert’s pick, the Omaha show; holy shit, is this thing stellar. I have not heard the second set, but I am ready to declare it the BEST EVAR. In fact, I am doing so. It has been declared.

Also: Garcia’s plump little titty.

When I Stack My Masterpiece

May 13, 2016 / / 5 Comments

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Precarious Lee never won any awards. He came in third in his sixth grade spelling bee, and that was better than he had expected to do, so he was happy. He created no lasting works; Precarious never learned to sculpt, and he didn’t have the patience for novel-writing.  He facilitated art, but never got around to making any. Precarious has lived his life without inflicting much of a scar on the historical record.

But, Precarious? He did that bullshit right there.

And that bullshit right there?  That’s art.

Corrections

May 13, 2016 / / 3 Comments
  1. The picture of the sloppity-ass staging is from 1980, not 1981. In my defense: I wanted to be right. That should count for something. Also, the location is Folsom Field in Denver.
  2. The woman seated next to Garcia in picture accompanying my aborted attempt to discuss the state of Garcia’s scratchy patch was not, in fact, one of his wives, but a dive instructor named Gina. In my defense, Garcia had a lot of wives.
  3. Phil did not get a beej from a woman in an anteater costume at one of Brent’s furry orgies. The costume was that of a tapir. TotD regrets the error.

Phree Phil!

May 12, 2016 / / 2 Comments

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Phil didn’t play this thing for long, but he should have: it’s gnarly. Do the red parts glow in the dark? I think we can assume so.

Also: TXR will be rocking for another of Phil and Phriend’s free shows (he does a lot, actually) in the Grate Room, and as usual, Radio Busterdog will be streaming.

(A quick aside: streaming used to be called simulcasting, and it took a truck and several technicians and cost thousands of dollars. We live in the future.)

Possible Explanations For Whatever Phil Is Doing, Part Two

May 12, 2016 / / 6 Comments

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  • Trying out being a germaphobe, but not really committing.
  • The night before, Phil drunkenly got “LESH” and “HATE” tattooed on his knuckles.
  • They are sex gloves.
  • That afternoon, Phil’s hands converted to Islam, and also transitioned into women; they’re not gloves, they’re hand-burkas.
  • Picture taken on Halloween, and Phil’s costume was “Phil With Gloves.”
  • Something about harnessing ley lines.
  • Chilly, but only his palms; Phil tried regular gloves, but his fingertips were sweltering.
  • Somehow mime-related?
  • Right after the show, Phil is doing a very thorough inspection of the barracks
  • Sweatband got lonely.
  • After years of trying, Brent got Phil to attend a furry orgy with him; Phil wouldn’t put on the full costume, but he wore the gloves (and a tail we cannot see in this photo; trust me, it’s there) and got some tongue from a woman in an anteater outfit.

Give ‘Em The Old Razzle-Dazzle

May 12, 2016 / / 7 Comments

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If you asked the best production designer in the world, “Can you make it look like no one gave a shit?” the stage would still look a million times better than this. Any effort or eye towards aesthetics–even if it’s to deliberately fuck it up–would ruin the perfect middle finger that is this haphazardousness.

(Precarious Lee has a cousin named Harold “Hap” Hazard, but I don’t know if we’ll ever hear about him again.)

Live (On Tape) Dead

May 10, 2016 / / 4 Comments

Dead & Company are on the Kimmel show tonight, if you’re interested. Not only are they promoting their upcoming tour, but also the movie project they are working on, in which the band splits into two teams and punches one another. (Josh Meyers has been wearing his Iron Man outfit for weeks and won’t take it off, no matter how many fridge magnets Billy sticks to his back.)

Is this a Periscope of the dress rehearsal? I dunno, maybe.

Is this a photo from the other day of the band rehearsing?

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It is. We can learn two things: Mickey has negotiated the return of his bass drum; and the services of Red Metal Stool are apparently no longer required, which is good news.

Also: who wrangles the kleenex? Does the guitar tech do that, or is there a special roadie just for tissues? Is there a head cold going around the Dead & Company communal living space? (Oteil and Jeff Chimenti have to share a room.)

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