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Little Too Much Perspective

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Hey, Enthusiasts?

Wanna win the Deadhead game? Make this your desktop. It’s an enormous picture and would fit most screens.

Sure, other people have Dead wallpaper on their screens, but it’s always Baron Wolman’s shots or the Boys (and Mrs. Donna Jean) bundled up and free of charge at Lindley. This desktop, however, proves your cred.

You gotta really like the Dead to look at this picture every day. I don’t think the family members of the people in the shot want to look at this every day: fat Phil, sad Garcia; then you look at the rainbow behind them.

Is that a child’s skeleton? The one on the right, that’s tiny and cute? What the fuck, Grateful Dead? I’m getting to the bottom of this.

Precarious Lee?

“Yo.”

Did you have anything to do with the backdrop?

“Painted the fucker myself.”

Of course you did. Is that just a bad job with perspective or–

“Dead kid.”

–is that a…dammit, man: why?

“You know, man: pot of gold, rainbow, dead kid.”

That third thing doesn’t belong.

“Might’ve been a little fucked up at the time.”

Well, yeah.

“Looking at this photograph, I do have regrets.”

Good.

“I wish there had been more road cases to leave strewn around the stage.”

Nope.

“Y’got that big one by Brent, but there’s so much more space to fill.”

The band’s filling it.

“Hey, man: band does their job; road crew does ours.”

That sounds like an efficient way to run an organization.

“Haven’t missed a show yet.”

Give ya that.

If On A Tuesday

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There might be no show biz trick more primal, more bankable, or more affordable than coming out in matching outfits.

There may, however, be no act more Grateful Dead than Phil fucking the whole thing up with a vest he stole from a lesbian bookstore owner. (That phrase was ambiguous, so allow me to explain: both the human and the bookstore are lesbian in nature. Lesbian in a vest sitting behind the counter of a bookstore that caters to lesbians. There are absolutely no dicks in this equation.)

Two Skinny White Guys Agree

IMG_2397Who doesn’t work for a credit card company?

“Me!”

“Me!”

Yay!

“Yay!”

“Yay!”

“I probably would if one of them asked, though.”

“Sure. Especially American Express.”

“With their range of credit options, 2% cashback on online purchases, and free fraud protection? Hell, yeah.”

Good talk, guys.

Also: Chris Robinson is slowly turning into Iggy Pop.

Core Four Four-String

phil 80s music manHey, Phil. Whatcha doing?

“Being cool in spite of myself.”

Yeah, kinda. Hey, Phi?

“Yes?”

Tell Peter Shapiro we’re sorry.

“Got a whiff of the actual music business, huh?”

Yeah. It’s terrible and nihilistic and myopic and I don’t think it’s ever read a book.

“Not great people. Y’know all those pictures of me scowling near record executives?”

Yeah.

“Now you know why.”

Phil Lesh: Bullet Dodger

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Hey, Phil. Whatcha laughing about?

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The latest debacle?

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

What pushed you over the edge to hilarity? Brett Ratner?

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Is it that it turns out that Peter Shapiro is actually a stand-up guy who understands the Dead?

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Will you be doing any free shows?

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Good talk, Phil.

“Brett fuckin’ Ratner.”

I can’t see: are you making the jerk off motion?

“Better believe it.”

Helping Keep Austin Weird

Earlier, I posted that oral history of the Dead in Austin; it goes on about Manor Downs, and one of those very shows got into the 30 Trips box: 7/31/82. I can’t link to the new mix, but this one is a Charlie Miller SBD with a bunch of good reviews, so it can’t suck.

Also from the oral history, here are two pictures of the Dead in Austin. They’re from–I think–the ’71 shows captured on the Road Trip release, and feature a terrible idea: see if you can spot it in this group shot.

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Did you spot the terrible idea? You have to enlarge the picture, so luckily there’s a better shot.

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Even if you’ve taken only a little tiny bit of acid, those numbers are going to start meaning shit. That will become distracting.

Just Like Porky Pig’s Blues

Phil Lesh Playing GuitarHey, Phil.

“Sup.”

Lemme ask you a question.

“Shoot.”

Ever put your dick in a dead pig?

“How many of those–”

All of them.

“–words are used literally? Then, no.”

Never?

“Think I’d remember.”

Just checking.

“It was nice of you to care, though; I appreciate the thought.”

Really?

“Fuck, no. Don’t ask me any more questions about my dick.”

Okay.

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