Tag: phil lesh (Page 8 of 105)

Going generally counter-clockwise, but retaining the option to call an audible and double-back or skip around:

• Is Keith staring Death in the eyes?
• That’s the only explanation for that expression.
• And he is about to spill his Fanta.
• Keith Godchaux loved Fanta.
• Mrs. Donna Jean, as always, has the best hair; if she were a collie, you would think her owner had been mixing raw eggs in with her kibble.
• I bet Mrs. Donna Jean had all sorts of rules and schedules and protocols regarding her hair and its upkeep.
• Shampoo once every this many days, and condition once every that many, and various calibers of comb and brush.
• Plus assorted scarfs and babushkas for bad hair days.
• Deadheads over the years have spread vile rumors about Mrs. Donna Jean regarding supposed assignations that were extramarital but intrabandial, and I find this low gossip intolerable and cruel.
• But she definitely wasn’t banging Phil.
• That is some rough body language there.
• The longer you look, the more they hate each other.
• The hips are the giveaway, but Mrs. Donna Jean’s lean–as if she’s italicizing herself–is the clincher; one will also note Phil’s posture, which can be described only as “surly.”
• Everyone in the top row is happy not to be in the bottom row, because the bottom row is weird and unfun and Keith might have just pooped himself.
• OF IMPORTANCE: Each of the non-Billy men in the top row has taken caution in re: getting their dicks punched, and punched hard.
• Bobby’s elected to go all-in with the knee, while Mickey and Garcia have not only positioned their shoulders in front of Billy’s, relieving him of any leverage, but also have their free hands in dick-adjacent readiness.
• The non-Billy men have done this unconsciously, by sheer muscle memory, as they have been in a band with Billy for 12 years now.
• You live, you learn.
• Speaking of Billy, this–long hair and mustache–was his best look.
• Coming back from the Hiatus to ’77, I think.
• He looked like a dog-track habitue.
• Owned a dozen laundromats on the black side of town, racist as fuck, good tipper, got divorced more than he got married.
• Had an Airedale terrier named Chico.
• And finally: Being a Rock Star is a hoot most of the time, but you’re still gonna spend a lot of afternoons in rooms with folding chairs and bare lightbulbs.