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Phil Lesh Sits With Excellent Posture And Answers Questions

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How many times did the water bottle get knocked over before someone figured that trick out?

Additionally of note: Phil’s 76th birthday is coming up and he doesn’t look a day over 75.  He has a proud posture and a new Apple watch. There could not be a more obvious “yes” answer to a question than, “Has Phil called his Tesla to him with his Apple Watch?” Maybe “Did Phil make Jill come and watch him do it, like, three times?”

Also, on Phil’s right arm is his new Apple sweatband. It has Bluetooth.

What Jay Blakesburg is pointing at may be guessed in the all-new, chromed-out, luxury-package Comment Section.

Wait.

Is that Tiger? And, wait, what? There are two? (Partially obscured behind Jay: white pickups.) Did Phil borrow them for the night? I don’t think you’re allowed to borrow any of Garcia’s guitars anymore. (I mean: you weren’t allowed to borrow them when he was alive, but I’m pretty sure no one ever asked.) Garcia’s guitars–even the minor ones–now go out On Loan.

Or are those Fake Jerry guitars? Does Phil make his band play Fake Jerry guitars, like how you had to dye your hair when you joined KISS? (Because I don’t get that. No judgement, but having yourself a Fake Jerry axe crafted by Alembic–has to be Alembic or it doesn’t count–just confuses me. Do you go all the way and strap on a fake beard and shove a pillow under your shirt? But, hey: different strokes for different Enthusiasts. If you’ve got a couple grand to spend on a guiHOLY SHIT, THEY’RE ELEVEN THOUSAND DOLLARS.)

I demand answers.

Lean And Mean

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1971 was the last time there were this few Grateful Deads. They were briefly placed on the Endangered List until someone realized the Endangered Species Act wouldn’t be passed until ’72, and by then there were either one or two more Grateful Deads depending on what month you’re talking about.

Also: Billy’s deaf, too, now? Right? You’re not allowed to be a young man that close to giant amplifiers without being an old man who leaves the closed captioning on his TV at all times.

Also also: Billy’s monitor may or may not be propped up with a hardcover book. Good job, Precarious. That’s some fine stuff-proppin’.

The Dramatic Origin Of Creepy Ernie

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“Change it back or I pull the plug.”

To the internet?

“If that’s what this plug is, then: yeah.”

The plug is not the internet.

“It’s 1967. I have no idea what we’re talking about.”

Sure. Nice pants.

“Weird story: me and Weir got a little too high the other day and started wandering. Must have walked for two or three hours, just rapping and solving the world’s problems, y’know? We looked up and we were in a neighborhood neither of us had ever been to before.”

You don’t say.

“Hell, we hadn’t even heard of the place.”

Little Aleppo?

“You’ve been there?”

I’ve read about it.

“And one of the little shops was the best pants place I’ve ever been. Got these, a couple more pair. Real nice owner, fair prices. Said he was gonna come to the show today, actually. Maybe I’ll run into him.”

Creepy Ernie?

“Ernie? No: Ernie’s the stockboy. The owner is About To Be Murdered For His Shop Dwayne.”

Ah. Right. If you do see him, maybe you should warn him that Ernie’s about to murder him.

“I’m not a snitch, man.”

Okay.

Phil?

“Yeah?”

What’s with the baby?

“Not a Dead show without a naked baby wobbling around in front of the amplifiers.”

True.

The Last Half-Step

img_3303Garcia, lemme ask you a question.

“Shoot.”

Why weren’t you guys at the Last Waltz?

“Weren’t asked.”

Okay.

“Didn’t wanna.”

Sure.

“Whole thing was kinda jive, anyway.”

People have many opinions on that evening.

“Also, they couldn’t meet our price.”

There ya go.

“And, you know: come up and play one song. Not our thing. We weren’t real tight with The Band, anyway, man. Danko was great fun, real solid cat, and Levon was always a hoot. Loved their records, but you know: we didn’t hang out with ’em.”

You were on the road.

“Right, man. Barely got time for your rhythm section, let alone another band. Played with ’em at Watkins Glen, but they weren’t really jammers, y’know? They just played their songs real good, which is just as valid as our way, I suppose.”

You’re a reasonable man.

“I’m dead: it’s easy.”

Sure.

“Although, they used to wear those little suits, right? Remember Big Pink? Those suits? They used to wear ’em onstage. Looked like fancylads.”

They weren’t manly suits, no.

“Plus, you know…promise you won’t tell anybody I said this?”

Sure. Why not.

“We were better than everybody there.”

Neil Young, Dylan, Muddy Waters?

“Maybe not Muddy, but: yeah.”

Better than Van Morrison?

“In so many ways.”

Yeah, I guess.

“You see what I’m saying.”

I do.

“Also, when we played Winterland, we took up all the dressing rooms; they wanted to give us one dressing room for everybody.”

That wouldn’t work.

“Yeah, man. Dead rolls deep.”

Conference Of Champions

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As I mentioned, there was a scholar’s conference this week in Albuquerque, a city I have recently learned how to spell, and some of our commentators and FoTotD (Friends of Thoughts on the Dead) were there. If you don’t know what a scholar’s conference is: college professors and people who will agree to hang out with college professors assemble in a hotel to discuss things, gossip, interview for jobs, and have sex with one another.

(When academics have sex, they always decide beforehand as to whether the sex will be in MLA or ALA format.)

There was some high-level intellectualizinating going on New Mexico, but this slide (tweeted out by the apparently hairy Jesse Jarnow, whose book Heads can be pre-ordered here) is not up to grad-level standards. This is the Freshman orientation class. Now: the exact dates? This is knowledge for those with their L.S.D. (Licensed Scholar of the Dead.)

It should be noted that very few other band’s timelines so prominently features a coma. Good work, Grateful Dead.

There are, however, many other ways to split the Dead into eras not as common as “who’s in the band?” If “who’s in the Dead?” was a question worth asking, then how could the answer ever be “Vince” or “John Mayer?”

TotD presents Different Ways to Era-fy the Dead:

That’s not a goddamned word and you know it.

Hey. Stop. I capitalized things and then there was a colon. Bullet points now. You can’t talk.

It’s weird how you invented this place and still don’t understand how it works.

Maybe just like the real God.

Maaaan.

You’re worse than Scalia.

Sure. I will continue: Different Ways, blah blah.

  • How much hair did Billy have? A lot? Then, it is early in the band’s history. Less than before? Later.
  • Instruments. (A crucial point in the Dead’s career was when Garcia decided that guitars should weigh 25 pounds; another was when Phil went to the six-string. Do you know that Phil’s decision to go to six instead of five strings was partially based in numerology? Six is divisible by two and three, and once you have two and three, you can come up with all sorts of mystic-sounding math bullshit.)
  • Doomed relationships with record companies, including their own.
  • Kind of off-topic, but no one has ever done a scholarly work linking the performance of the Dead and the performance of the Tamalpais Chiefs flag football teams; that’s just academic malfeasance.
  • Road managers.
  • Who was doing the tapes. (That’s actually a good one.)
  • Swimming tests passed. (Billy was always a dolphin, but Mickey was afraid to put his head underwater and had to kick around the shallow end with the Guppy group for most of the summer. Phil refused to take any of the tests or join any of the groups, shouting at the instructor, “I’m gonna stand in the corner of the pool with a beer, man!” Bobby started out a Seahorse, then became a Flounder, and then a Bowhead Whale, and finally a Moray, at which point he bit someone.)
  • Was the money about to be stolen, or it had just been stolen?
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