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Woody And Buzzed*

If you’ve ever wanted to know the full extent of any successful actor’s self-regard, look at this picture in which Woody Harrelson is sitting next to a Grateful Dead, and has not handed the guitar to him.

OR

“Susan, I don’t care if you are a zombie. I think you’re the person to decorate the Dead’s green room. What are you thinking in terms of candles?”

“Braaaaaaaaaaains.”

“Good idea.”

OR

Annabelle Garcia took this shot; you can see her in the mirror. Hi, Annabelle!

OR

That’s some quality fuckin’ stemware, I’m tellin’ ya.

OR

Billy took third place in a “Neil Young Seen From Behind” lookalike contest.

OR

Red wine and a bushy white beard can’t be the best combination.

 

*I’m so pleased with this title.

Speaking Of George C. Scott…

Old Dog, New Trixie aired on UPN in 2005; the plot centered around newlyweds Trixie and Amir Bar-Lev dealing with her sons, his daughters, and Steve Parish, a roadie with the Grateful Dead who has taken them all hostage. But–and here’s the twist–they learn to love the old coot, and he moves in. TC played the wacky next-door neighbor, and it was cancelled during its first commercial break.

OR

It really is a fetching haircut.

“Don’t talk to me.”

Just being nice.

“Parish is literally right here. Look at his face.”

Have a nice night.

“Bye.”

OR

I would like someone to put this photo in a Stealie, put in on a tee-shirt, and give it to me.

The Last Days Of Choogle

Hey, Chalice Sauvignon.

“Chloë Sevigny.”

Chirpy Shabooboo.

“Chloë Sevigny.”

Chavenged Sevendust.

“Chloë Sevigny.”

You like the Dead?

“I like the Dead.”

Name every show on the ’82 Spring Tour.

“Don’t you usually bitch about gatekeeping bullshit like that?”

Yes. I’m sorry. You were at the Farewell Shoes, too.

“I was.”

Why are you at Sundance?

“Promoting a movie. You’d hate it. Nothing blows up.”

Is there kung fu?

“Not even a little bit. It isn’t even mentioned, let alone practiced.”

What about–

“There are no martial arts whatsoever.”

–karate? Okay, just checking. Yeah, I won’t see that.

“We all have our own tastes.”

We do. Now, seriously: name all the Spring Tour shows from 1982 or I’m going to declare you a poseur.

“Nice meeting you.”

Really?

“No.”

Say hi to Harmony Korine for me.

“Really?”

No.

Madman Drummer Pumps His Way Into His Hat

“Pussy hat!”

Right.

“Gonna pick up some chicks with this, man. ‘Hey, I hate the patriarchy, too,’ And then I’ll stick it in ’em.”

Nice.

“Billy Kreutzmann has always been for equality.”

How so?

“Banged a lotta ugly broads.”

That’s not equality.

“Sure, it is. Everyone gets a shot at my boner, even if she’s weird-looking.”

You’re stretching the meanings of words.

“Sometimes I’d rather have a mutant, y’know? Foot-long neck, or a nose with only one nostril: something new and different. Mix it up.”

You confuse me.

“I was at that thing in Washington. Ladies Night?”

It was called the Women’s March, Billy.

“Same thing. Hoo-boy. Target-rich environment.”

You could not be missing the point any more if you tried.

“It was a great time, man! I carried a sign and everything.”

What did your sign say?

I’m Billy Kreutzmann From The Grateful Dead And I Want Mouth Action.”

Dammit, Billy.

“They say protesting doesn’t work, but it does. I totally got mouth action.”

We’re done.

Mountain, Girl

I see you’ve changed your hair. Did you do that for me?

“Are you going to be weird? I’m not talking to you if you’re gonna be weird.”

I’ll try.

“You’re on very thin ice.”

How’s Sundance?

“Cold and full of movie stars. I saw Kevin Bacon.”

How’d he look?

“Shorter than you’d think.”

Sure.

“And I saw Peter Dinklage.”

How’d he look?

“Taller than you’d think.”

There’s a symmetry to it. Did the crowd like the movie?

“Loved it. Standing ovation. Well, half the crowd stood. The other half tried to stand, but their legs had fallen asleep and so they toppled over.”

Four hours is a long time.

“I am neither confirming nor denying any deaths from deep vein thombosis-related strokes.”

Gotta get up and walk around every hour or so.

“We told them in the safety announcement before the movie.”

How are the three stooges behaving?

“Bobby’s been pouting all weekend because it turns out that ‘ski sandals’ aren’t a thing.”

The activity requires you wear boots.

“Right. And he had this long argument with the guy about how he had really thick socks. No dice.”

Poor guy.

“Billy made a run at Selma Hayek.”

A man’s gotta know his limitations.

“Yeah, Billy doesn’t do well at altitude. Plus people keep giving him things.”

What kind of things?

“Everything. All the things. And he made a run at John Lithgow.”

Billy hit on John Lithgow?

“No, he literally ran at him.”

Ah.

“Mickey started a drum circle in the line for the ski lift.”

Shocker.

“Turns out you shouldn’t do that at the base of a snow-covered mountain.”

Avalanche?

“Big one. Elle Fanning is missing.”

How’s Dakota taking it?

“Much better than you’d expect. It’s kinda suspicious.”

See? We had a nice little chat without it getting weird.

“It’s not over yet.”

Almost.

“Good.”

Hey, Trixie?

“What?”

You know how I know you’re a Grateful Dead?

“How?”

You got a rando.

“We’re done.”

Ain’t Got Time For Rolling Stone’s Critic, No

Rolling Stone has the first review of Long Strange Trip: Electric Choogaloo (plus a report on the Boy’s performance at their party) and it’s a complete blowjob; the writer’s name is David Fear, which is clearly made up, and he loved it. Go read the thing.

TotD is disappointed, however, to note that there are several inaccuracies in the article that I would now like to correct:

  • The Grateful Dead did not form in Cleveland in 1991.
  • Bobby is still alive.
  • Garcia is dead.
  • The author’s implication that Keith was D.B. Cooper is belied by a quick glance at the Dead’s touring schedule. (Wait, no: he totally could have done it. D.B. Cooper hijacked a plane flying from Seattle to Portland on 11/24/71; the Dead played Los Angeles on the 20th and didn’t have another show until December 1st in Boston. Keith is almost certainly D.B. Cooper. I apologize for my error.)
  • No one in the organization has even been to the world-famous Texas water Park Schlitterbahn, let alone started a riot in the lazy river.
  • The Wall of Sound did not gain sentience and iterate into a semi-fictional universe where it now serves as the sound system for a magical movie theater.
  • Woody Harrelson was introduced to Bobby through Snake Tee-Shirt.
  • The Grateful Dead did not fire Michael Anthony and make Trixie play bass.
  • The internationally-recognized capital of Israel is Tel Aviv, not Mt. Tamalpais.
  • The documentary’s director, Amir Bar-Lev, has not “lost his mind” and “been confined to an insane asylum;” he is “exhausted” and will be voluntarily spending time in “an insane asylum.”
  • The author correctly notes that the film is four hours long, but I am quite positive that two of those hours are not the 80’s comedy Teen Wolf.
  • Phil never owned a turkey farm.
  • John Popper does not play the harp: he plays many harmonicas, whether you’d like him to or not.
  • Mickey holds no patents whatsoever, let alone several dozen in spectrophotometry.
  • The Grateful Dead never played Burkina Faso.

B-Movie Rock Star Blues

“Who wants to see my dick!?”

Billy, don’t take it out.

“Freedom of the press, man!”

That’s not what that means.

“My balls?”

No. Keep all of your genitals in your pants.

“Look at this, huh?”

Congratulations.

“What a great weekend! Met some movie stars, plowed some skank, carved some fresh powder.”

I didn’t know you skied.

“Skied?”

Ah. Billy, please behave yourself.

“Fuck that. I’m gonna find Robert Redford and punch him in Paul Newman’s dick.”

Never change, Bill.

“Couldn’t if I tried.”

Have you ever tried?

“Not for years.”

Sure.

I’m Ready For My Spotlight, Ms. Brightman*

“Yes. Yeeeeees. Love Mickey, people. Love Mickey.”

You all right, Mick?

“I’m just so excited about the new movie.”

Okay.

“And the partnership we’ve built with Chase Sapphire®. There’s no introductory fee, and the first year is free!”

Awesome. You see the movie?

“Parts of it.”

Parts of it?

“I didn’t watch the very beginning, and then I watched for an hour, and then I stopped watching for a while, and then I watched the rest.”

You just watched the parts when you were in the band?

“It’s just weird seeing a band with one drummer. Who does that?”

Everyone. Literally every other band except the Allman Brothers.

“Allmans are here?”

No, Gregg couldn’t make it. He’s either dying or playing a casino in Kansas.

“What’s the difference?”

None at all.

 

*I just realized that the person who did the Dead’s lights is named “Brightman.” We’re living in a novel written by a hack.

New, New Minglewoody Blues

Bobby.

“Hey. Have, uh, you met Woody Harrelson?”

Hey, Woody. How are you?

“I’m just here to talk about Rampart.

Great. Bob?

“Yeah?”

Weren’t you just wearing shoes?

“My body rejected them.”

Sure.

“Like a baboon liver”

Gotcha.

“Knees swole up, eyes started watering, armpits got confused.”

Sounds bad.

“Luckily, my wife–”

Natasha Monster.

“–always carries a pair of emergency sandals in her purse. She’s like a Boy Scout, but a girl.”

Those are called Girl Scouts, Bobby.

“That would explain why she keeps trying to sell me cookies.”

Bobby, focus. Why is Woody Harrelson singing?

“Something fun for the kids.”

This is dangerously close to a Johnny Depp jam session. Don’t be that Rock Star.

“You bet.”

Having fun at Sundance?

“Sure. Whole family came out.”

The whole family?”

“WE DEMAND VEGAN POPCORN AT THE SCREENING!”

“Yup. Whole family”

Hey, Lilian Monster.

“WE DEMAND ROBERT REDFORD BE MADE FROM PLEATHER!”

“Yup. Whole family.”

Direct From Park City

Hey, Amir Bar-Lev, director of the recently-purchased-by-Amazon documentary about the Dead. Whatcha doing?

“Sundance, baby.”

Congratulations, buddy.

“The boys are playing a little set at the party, and then the movie’s screening has been scheduled.”

That’s an odd and lawyerly way to phrase that.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Goddammit, are you going to steal the film?

“IT’S NOT DONE! I just need another 18 months. Three years, tops.”

Amir.

“I just have to do a few more edits and a couple reshoots, and also I’ve rethought the whole third act.”

Amir.

“What if Garcia lives?”

“Did you see Rogue One?”

Do not make CG Garcia.

“ILM has made some incredible strides with beard replication.”

How do his eyes look?

“Like a cheap doll.”

Do not make CG Garcia.

“There are other options. I could take old footage of him and Forrest Gump it into new scenes.”

No.

“My agent knows John Goodman.”

No.

“There’s always alternative options.”

Amir? Pal? Boss? If you even look at that damned Time Sheath, I’ll scoop your eyeballs out of your head and feed them to ducks.

“Not the Time Sheath. No, not the Time Sheath.”

Then what am I missing?

Oh, goddammit.

“AH WILL FINALLY KARATE WITH HAIRY GARCIA USIN’ MAH HOLLYWOOD CONNECTIONS AND TIME PARKA.”

Aren’t you supposed to be at the White House?

“ISS LIKE NO ONE ‘ROUND HERE UNNERSTANDS THE POWER OF A TIME MACHINE, MAN.”

Yeah, okay. Stay out of this.

“AH WILL FINISH MAH SOUP, AN’ AH WILL TAKE THE JEWISH FELLOW TO FIND HAIRY GARCIA. IT IS MAH DESTINY. AH AM THE LAST ELVIS.”

Great.

“YOU WAN’ SOME SOUP?”

What kind is it?

“SOME SORT O’ BISQUE.”

Pass.

“MORE F’R THE KING.”

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