Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

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In Which Phil Has Reservations

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Hey, Phil. Whatcha–

“I’m not talking to you.”

–doing? What did I do now?

“You remembered I exist?”

Hold on: you don’t like me. Now you’re jealous I’m spending time with the other lunatics?

“I’m complicated.”

Well, they’re doing so much ridiculous bullshit in so many ridiculous places. You play in your restaurant wearing that green flannel.

“The busboys are up to some cray stuff. Seriously cray.”

This jealousy is not a good look for you.

“Fuck Josh Meyers.”

Don’t curse in front of the little randos, Phil.

“It’s my restaurant and I’ll curse in front of whoever I want.”

Aw.

Keep It In The Family

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“Why are you the only one with a cool microphone?”

“Because I paid for them. When you buy the microphones, then you can have the cool one.”

“Fine, I’ll buy my own cool microphone.”

“You will do no such thing, young man.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m your father and I said so.”

“That’s not fair! JIIIIIILLLL!”

“I’m pretty sure you call her Mom.”

“Whatever. You’re just mean. You hate me.”

“Are you Brian or Grahame?”

“SEE! You don’t even know who I am!”

“You look so similar.”

Four Lesh-o

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You were screwing around with that Time Sheath again, weren’t you?

“I know how it works. We’ve had that thing forever.”

You’ve had a time machine forever from the first second you own a time machine.

“You know what I mean. I think the Apple Watch freaked it out.”

Warned you about those things. The Devil’s bracelets.

“Uh-huh.”

Tell me what’s happening. Is this a clone thing?

“Reality fritz-type deal.”

Like Bobby’s rando glitch. I got it. What were you doing with the Time Sheath?

“Wanted to see Athens at its height.”

How was it?

“Full of shit and disease, just like every other city in the past.”

I don’t know why you keep to visit.

“You just have to get used to the smell and not touch anything or anyone.”

Like the DMV.

“Sure.”

You want me to call Precarious?

“He was always the go-to guy for stuff like this. Just don’t tell Robbie Taylor.”

Jealous?

“Yeah.”

Aw.

Doggy Style

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Well, hello there! Aren’t you the best-looking dog in the world? Aren’t you? Who is?

“Yes, it is me. Hello. It is me. Hello.”

Taking a little breather?

“Many people. I like people. But many people. So much smelling to do.”

Exhausting.

“Am dog-tired.”

Nice one. Hippies can be tiring.

“Always dropping food that is not food.”

Huh?

“What tofu is?”

I honestly have no idea.

“Not food.”

I agree. Do you eat it?

“Yes. Am dog. Eat anything.”

Right. Hey, is that your dick?

“Yes. Is dick.”

This is gonna sound weird, but–

“Is big. Yes. Am blessed.”

Congratulations, I guess.

“Is blessing and curse.”

How so?

“Do dog porn.”

There’s dog porn?

“Is everything porn.”

Sure, yeah. How’s the money?

“Good, but do not understand concept.”

That’ll happen.

“But get to hump. Nice.”

Good for you.

“Wash dick now. Watch.”

I’d really rather not.”

“Like audience.”

I’m leaving.

Hold That Tiger

Meanwhile back at TXR, the other side of this semi-dysfunctional, choogly-type family is up to all sorts of shenanigans. Phil and his Phriends are playing a show from 1987. TotD has, through careful sleuthing–

You googled it.

–determined that the show is 9/18/87 from Madison Square Garden, which was released as part of the 30 Trips set, but is also available as a Healy UltraMatrix; someone better-informed than TotD can fill us all in as to what precisely an UltraMatrix is in the Comment Section, but whatever their makeup, the sound is unique and maybe you’ll like it, and maybe you won’t.

But there’s more, Enthusiasts: Jim Irsay got all pilled up and sent Tiger on a field trip; it’s been wandering around the Bay Area like the Stanley Cup and I’m expecting to see Tweeted pictures of rando babies napping on it. Perhaps it will be taken to inner-city schools to inspire poor children. Will the lame be permitted to lay their twisted flesh upon it, that they may be healed?

Tiger has made friends with baseball pitchers:

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And reunited with the Lesh family:

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Phil got in on the action, too:

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And then Phil handed Tiger into the audience, where it was passed from Deadhead to Deadhead; everyone got a turn.

As usual, though, TotD has a member of the Haight Street Irregulars in the audience (if we’re honest, he’s a full-fledged FoTotD) and he sent along this sweet shot of Phil and Grahame:

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Fun fact: that is Kidd Candelario’s head in the foreground.

Less fun fact: from the angle of this shot, TXR needs to step up security. Maybe some velvet ropes, or give the busboys truncheons; I don’t know; I’m not a restaurateur.

Funnish fact: a silent letter is written but not pronounced; the “n” that is pronounced but not written in the word “restaurateur”is the opposite of a silent letter. (See also: the second “r” in “sherbet.”)

A Snack For Your Senses

Something for all of your senses, Enthusiasts: for your reading pleasure, kinda, is this appreciation of Garcia’s solo(s) from the 5/22/77 Sugaree.  The author gets much right, such as the fact than any Sugaree under 15 minutes is by definition a failed Sugaree, but he adopts the Apologetic Deadhead stance I find so irritating.

“I know the Dead aren’t cool–you’re right, you’re right–but I’m not like an obsessive or anything and I shower and on and on.”

To the writer, I respond in the immortal words of Paul Stanley: Do you believe in rock and roll? Well, then: stand up for what you believe in.

Here’s that Sugaree he writes about:

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Also, your ears will enjoy Radio Busterdog live and streaming from Terrapin Crossroads, where Phil’s Phriend for the evening is Chris Robinson, who still has no hips.

I cannot help you with the other senses. Probably bit off more than I could chew with the opening. Oh, well.

I Believe The Randos Are Our Future

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“I have randos, too.”

Phil, those aren’t randos. They’re children.

“Little randos.”

That’s terrible. But, yeah, kinda.

“I have a scarf, also.”

Are you jealous? Was I paying too much attention to Bobby?

“Absolutely not. I have a restaurant and bocce courts and a book about lions and little randos. I have everything I need.”

And an Apple Watch. You can play Dick Tracy with that thing.

“It doesn’t do FaceTime, actually.”

You’re shitting me.

“No.”

The whole point of the thing is playing Dick Tracy!

“It has many other features.”

Such as?

“It tells you when you need to look at your phone.”

Your phone tells you that.

“Listen: I have more computing power on my wrist than they had to go to the moon with; I think that’s cool.”

All you had to say.

“What the hell’s Bob up to?”

Canada invited him up to talk about science.

“Bob Weir?”

Yup.

“Why?”

No idea. He raised a bunch of money for charity, though.

“He could have done that without talking about science.”

Sure, but it wouldn’t have been as fun.

“How’d he do?”

He aggressively defended phrenology, then claimed the “S” in “STEM” stood for “solemnity.”

“Sounds right.”

Y’know, this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

“C’mon, man: the Dead have always been family-friendly.”

Oh, no: there were children wandering around. That doesn’t make it family-friendly.

“Whatever. I like it. Kids are cute, they like the stories, it’s fun.”

I said nothing to the contrary.

“The adults are a pain-in-the-ass.”

I continue to agree with you. What specifically?

“There’s a Taper’s Section right outside the frame of the picture.”

Jesus.

“There’s three guys streaming Storytime With Phil. I understand when we play, but this is just weird.”

Yes.

“A couple chicks are noodle dancing.”

To what?

“There’s no music. I’m reading a story to children. And yet: noodle dancing.”

Well, you know: if a Grateful Dead stands still in public long enough, a Taper’s Section and noodle dancing will generate themselves.

“That’s not untrue.”

Phil In The Night Of Redeeming

PHIL’S WAR JOURNAL – ENTRY TWO

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“Courts are quiet. Still, like a dead hooker.

“Chairs are where I left them. Colorful, like the bruises on a dead hooker.

“Also, there was dead hooker in playground. Had busboys throw in canal.

“The filth spreads, but not here. Junkies and whores. They dance. I sit. I wait. Streets are full of human chum, armed with sex-knives. They have rights. They have lawyers. I have a lacrosse stick with a sharpened end. I have pills for alertness. I have the busboys.

“You will not stand, so I will rise. You are weak, so I will be Phil.

“I own the night. And the bocce courts.”

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