Just about sums it up more than anything I could ever write, dunnit?
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Tag: radio city
“Hey, tell Big Red over there to slow down.”
“I keep telling him, Weir. He won’t listen.”
“Gingers can be obstinate.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
“Is Radio City an actual place?”
“No.”
“Because, uh, I’m picturing a universe like in the children’s film Cars.”
“But instead of cars being alive, it’s radios?”
“Yeah. And the fancy systems are racist against the transistors. And, uh, the senior citizens are all AM car radios with the push-button.”
“And then video comes and kills everybody.”
“There you go, there you go.”
“Hey, how much did you tell Treyvon we were gonna pay him?”
“Oh, I didn’t. I thought you were having that conversation with him.”
“Nope.”
“Ah.”
“So, no one has discussed him getting paid?”
“Looks it.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
“Good idea, yeah. We should give him cab fare, though.”
“Oh, sure. And I got a shitload of coupons for the restaurant.”
“That’s perfect.”
“I think so.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTt7QzIu2XU&t=728s
Enthusiasts, I was wrong–wrong as hell–about the Bobby & Phil Duo shows. I thought they would be goofy (they are, but in a good way), and sloppy (they are, but in a comforting way), and most of all I thought they would be boring.
I was not prepared for the jams, Enthusiasts. This is last night’s second set with Trim Arugula, and you should watch it.
“It just doesn’t work, Weir.”
“It’s a great backdrop.”
“You tacked up your old Farrah Fawcett poster.”
“Right. Great stuff. It was, uh, cold that day.”
“It’s coming down. This is a swanky place, Bob. We gotta go upscale.”
“I could draw a bowtie on her.”
“No poster.”
“Okee-doke. You’re right, this is classy in here. Much better than the Mattress Firm Amphitheater.”
“Jesus, is that what those sheds are called nowadays?”
“You got the cash, they’ll put your name on the building.”
“I miss the old days. The venues had better names.”
“Like the Miami Jai-Alai Fronton?”
“Okay, not that one.”
“Onondaga War Memorial Auditorium?”
“Ugh, not that one, either.”
“The Iowa State Fair?”
“Just forget I said anything.”
“Done.”
“Where the hell have you been?”
“I’m not in the band any more, Bobby.”
“Are you sure? We’ve got a rug. Usually, when you and me are standing on a rug, then that means the Grateful Dead is on the move.”
“The rug notwithstanding.”
“What exactly was it we fired you for?”
“I didn’t get fired, Weir.”
“Was it sexual harassment? Very popular these days.”
“Can we just figure out what we’re gonna play, please?”
“I got a great idea. When I was in Mexico, I learned a whole bunch of narcocorridas.”
“Let’s not get the cartels involved in this.”
“You should hear ’em. They’re plaintive as all get-out. We’d, uh, need several trumpeters and the same number of giant hats.”
“Let’s stick to the usuals.”
“I sing a couple of cowboy songs, you bleat out a few of Jer’s numbers, we doodle at each other for fifteen minutes, donor rap, we’re in the van before the lights come all the way up?”
“Bingo.”
- Dicks out for John Perry Barlow.
- The whole set’s acapella.
- Hologram Garcia. (Do not make Hologram Garcia.)
- Even though it’s just the two of them, they’ll still manage to fuck up the ending to Samson.
- A confused and out-of-place Antelope Greg wanders in and starts a fistfight with Rockstar Richard.
- No drummers; 15 minutes Drums.
- More stories from the ranch.
- Out of habit, Phil tries to upsell the crowd on the jalapeno poppers.
- You dosed the Rockettes? I dosed the Rockettes. Jesus, how many people dosed the Rockettes? We should check on them.
- Mayor DiBlasio gets humiliated in public by a guy from Miami. (New York politics joke.)
- “Maybe, uh, they should call it ‘Internet City Music Hall’ now. Just saying.”
- Trey joins in on guitar, gets all psyched up to play the riff from Fire on the Mountain, Bruce Hornsby steps on it again, Trey cries.
- Baby Levon on percussion.
Totally forgot about this one, but at least Spencer got something wrong, too, so I don’t feel alone in my dopitude. I guess there’s also Going the Distance by Cake; Horse With No Name was not about a horse race, but there was a horse.
Of note in the video:
- Bobby spent as much time on his hair as the rest of the band combined.
- Phil is really into it, but I don’t know if his bass was plugged in; Phil never quite figured out what to do during the acoustic segments.
- The song is less than two minutes long, and yet this is the Grateful Dead.
- From 2:00 until the end is Billy’s greatest moment; even if you don’t watch the whole thing, go to 2:00 and check Billy out.
- Garcia doesn’t get enough credit for his backup harmonies.
That’s all there is to say about it: why not you and me? This world, it tends towards indifference and cold cruelty. When you find someone to love, hold on to them as tight as Phil held his Heineken and anyone that tells you different, Billypunch ’em in the nards.
So, good for you, Mr. President.
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Oh, and check out this GREAT acoustic Jack-A-Roe from the ’80 Radio City run.
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