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Is She Really Going Out With Him?

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“Look at me, Mrs. Donna Jean! Hear my thoughts as I send them out towards your pigtails and modest, yet form-fitting, dress. READ MY MIIIIIIND, woman! Broadcast, Bobby does, his neurons and synapses doing…their…thing. I do not know what neurons and synapses do: no matter, my love!

 

“I know what my dong does. I know what it does to you. Remember that time you were going to sneeze, and I stopped up your nose with my penis? You thanked us both that day. Then, you sneezed on my penis. I was cool with that.”

“Shut up, Bobby. I’m ignoring you.”

“You CAN hear me!”

“You’re basically screaming across the psychic plane. My telepathic powers enable me to hear you if only you speak quietly.”

“It’s weird we’ve never discussed these telepathic powers before.”

“It is. Maybe we’ll discuss them at length in the coming days and then discard the idea again.”

“Love me, Mrs. Donna Jean! Love me back! Feel my gaze on your beauty, and my hands on your booty.”

“If you guys are done, Billy’s got a bunch of lines back here.”

“Who is this?”

“Get off the line.”

“It’s Phil. You two gotta cool it. Keith’s gonna figure this out.”

“Phil, you know that Keith is unable to hear any psychic conversations!”

“I did not know that. And it seems awful convenient. Irregardless, he wouldn’t even have to.”

“Yeah, Bob: your neck’s kinda losing its mind there.”

“Garcia?”

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Bobby, I gotta agree with everyone: you got a needy vibe coming off ya.”

“Who is this?”

“The skull Mickey’s holding.”

That’s enough.

Don’t Look Directly At This Post

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No one would blame me for slapping a “Look at this bullshit right here” on this sumbitch and moving on. Who could blame me for not wanting to spend time with whatever that bullshit is right there?

Make no mistake: that is some bullshit right there.

But TotD is dedicated to providing you, the loyal Enthusiast, with comprehensive coverage of every 25-year-old photo of a defunct choogly-type band there is.

The temptation is towards reductionism, of separating the bad from the terrible from the unholy from the damned. (There is no “good” here. There is not even “acceptable” here.) This would fail the gestalt, and if there’s anything the gestalt hates worse than being failed, it’s being used vaguely incorrectly by people trying to sound smart.

No, this is the wrong approach: Phil, here, is to be viewed as a piece, holistically. With this in mind, Thoughts on the Dead presents Things Worse than Phil’s Appearance:

  • Holocaust (Jewish)
  • Holocaust (Armenian)
  • Holocaust (Ewok)
  • Holocaust (Any I have missed)
  • Certain cancers (Face, dick, asshole)
  • Global economic collapse
  • Shitting yourself during an audience with the Pope.
  • The Pope getting turned on by it.
  • Spanish flu of 1919-20
  • Dead astronauts

Barely-Live Dead

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Rumors abound, swirl, procreate, grow, invade Moldova: this is the way people do things, and for all evidence to the contrary, the Dead are just people. (Some of them are no longer people.)

The 50th anniversary will be a big year, the money has decided, and if certain band members need to be separated from one another by a chain-link fence, or others require cash deposits with the promoters due to the “not being upright for the show” problem they’ve acquired recently, then accommodations will be made. The money has stated, in no uncertain terms, its location and availability. All that is required is for four specific senior citizens (and whatever ringers they choose) to not kill each other (or die of unrelated causes) for long enough to go get the money.

But between comments boards of various sites, forums, anonymous tips, tweets from actual participants, leaked schedules, the bugs TotD has planted in Terrapin Crossroads, and things clearly pulled out of the universe’s ass and posted on Facebook, it’s hard to tel the players without a scorecard.

TotD presents the Most Credible Rumors about the 50th Anniversary Tour:

  • Phil’s had enough of Bobby’s bullshit.
  • Billy’s had enough of Jill’s bullshit.
  • Mickey knows he got promoted into the “core four” through sheer not-dying, but he’s happy to be there all the same.
  • Everyone hates everyone else’s guitarist.
  • It might end up being Warren Hayes because–and this is a quote from a high-placed anonymous source–“he’s gonna be at all the damn festivals, anyway.”
  • There is still a small, but vocal, minority pushing for Hologram Garcia. (I am warning all involved: do not make Hologram Garcia.)
  • Contrary to some of the more misogynist blathering that goes on, Jill Lesh is neither a shrew nor a chiseller: she is an intelligent and savvy woman getting Phil what he is worth on the open market.
  • That said, she did float an idea about offering a “Super-Platinum Super-Fan Super-Package” that allowed a fan to jam with the band on a song of his (it would assuredly be a guy) choosing.
  • This is awkward to bring up, but: remember that nice thing that Bobby used to do for Garcia, vis-a-vis holding certain things? Yeah, well: Bobby needs a Bobby now.
  • There does remain the slightest possibility that none of them are remotely insurable.
  • Mickey really wants Night Ranger to open, and he’s being stubborn about it.
  • Regarding Mrs. Donna Jean’s participation, the “core four” are of one mind: they would like her to be there. They are also of one mind about preferring not to pay her a full member’s share of the money.
  • A good third of the arguing and misunderstandings can be attributed to the fact they they’re all stone-deaf at this point.

Sell Everything

Besides the few items listed on the public Christie’s site, there are a number of lots only advertised in the catalogue. TotD brings you (some of) the rest of the upcoming Dead sale at Christie’s auction house.

  • Bobert H.W. Weir’s Short Shorts Acquired in 1992 by a thieving Cockney laundress, this item is sure to be the jewel in the collection of any “Bobby Man,” of which, Christie’s has been informed there are some. This item, expected to fetch around ten grand, has not been washed. By that, Christie’s does not mean that Mr. Weir’s shorts have not been laundered since our ownership: these shorts have never been washed.
  • Wall of Sound Schematics, 1974 These original blueprints, with authenticated hand-written notes from Owsley “Bear” Stanley, Bob Matthews, and (for some reason) Loni Anderson, were the basis for the legendary Wall of Sound, the Dead’s 1974 act of sheer hubris. [Christie’s warns you that reading from the schematics out loud does tend to summon one or more of the Abandoned Gods, and never any of the fun ones.]
  • Potsmoker Blues, by Robert Frank, Only Extant Copy In 1976, the Dead hired photographer Frank to film a documentary of their comeback tour, but the level of depravity he captured led the band to forbid the film’s exhibition. [Christie’s again feels the need to issue a warning: by “depravity,” Christie’s is not talking about mild or even heavy drug use, nor the dick-punching. This film is a like a real-life Cannibal Holocaust. At several points, Mickey sexually uses a goat to death.]
  • Mickolas Hart’s Horse, Snorter After the death of his beloved stallion, Mickey had Snorter stuffed. For reasons Christie’s cannot grasp, Mickey had the horse stuffed with live raccoons; when they got out, they were furious and Snorter’s hide needed extensive reconstruction and a re-stuffing, this time with a material neither clever nor sharp.
  • Philbert J. Lesh’s Old Liver For the first time, Christie’s is proud to offer an actual organ from a rock star. (Christie’s does apologize once again for withdrawing Neil Young’s large intestine; Mr. Young says he “needs it.”) The liver has been signed by Mr. Lesh and, for some reason, Loni Anderson.
  • A Cardboard Box Full of Gay Porn Starring Keith Godchaux This item is as described. Both the pornography and the box have been vigorously enjoyed.
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