I miss Tom Snyder.
ALSO: Joe got his teeth fixed in between London Calling and Sandinista.
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“Now, now, now: Jerry. Mr. Garcia. May I call you Jerry?”
“Ah, Jerry’s cool, Tom.”
“I would actually appreciate Mr. Snyder. HAW HAW HAW HAW. Now, now…tell us and tell the viewers what we’re watching here.”
“Well, this seems to be one of our drummer Billy’s home movies and if I’m right–”
“Holy cats and kittens, what is going on here?”
“–he’s about to, yeah: this is the part that got him declared persona non grata in, like, 50 countries.”
“Well, that…that is something. I’ve noticed your little buddy doesn’t understand how mugs work.”
“I’ll add that to the list.”
“HAW HAW HAW HAW.”
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwZIUSfGo40&w=420&h=315]
Two of my favorite dead guys. I used to watch Tom Snyder religiously, especially when Robert Blake came on. He was on that show frequently, if I recall, crazy as a shithouse rat each time. Tom would also have the TV writer David Milch on a lot. Milch had some sort of neck thing where his head would just loll to the side and then Snyder’s eyebrows would start to do some outlandish bullshit; it was some great TV.
Watch the pictures of the Boys as they fly through the air. They’re their usual charming selves. (Seriously, they–mostly Garcia–bitched about being on TV, but were suspiciously good at it.)
And then go listen to Dick’s Picks 13, with the He’s Gone for Bobby Sands, because that’s what they’re referring to when they say last night was “good”.
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