Thoughts On The Dead

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

A Long Time Ago, In A Holiday Inn Far, Far Away

“Jer? You still awake?”

“Sure, Bob.”

“Good movie, huh?”

“It was a blast. Gotta see that again.”

“What was your favorite part? I bet you liked the scene in the bar with all those crazy aliens.”

“I did, man! That was cool: cats from all over the galaxy having a drink together, listening to some music.”

“I think we played that place.”

“Yeah, man, yeah. The guy with the ass for a mouth was the manager.”

“Jer, do you think I look more like Luke or Hans?”



“Han. Han Solo.”

“Not Hans Olo?”

“He wasn’t Danish.”

“Yeah, sure. Anyway: which one?”

“Which one had the butt-chin?”


“You look like him.”

“Cool. We’re kinda like Han and Chewie, though, right?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, you know, Jer: I’m a dashing rogue given to mischief and adventure, and you’re usually in the vicinity and hairy as fuck.”

“I’m going to sleep, Weir.”

“You don’t want to talk?”

“I did want to talk, but then you started talking, and now I don’t want to talk anymore.”


“Why are we sharing a hotel room, anyway? It’s 1977.”

“Got me. Just go with it.”

“May the Force–”

“Shut the fuck up, Bob.”

“–be with you. Aw.”


  1. Neal Cassidy in Jedi Robe. Shit yeah.

  2. good one! although they did not share rooms in ’77, they did share a winnebago instead of limos for the run at the Tower in ’76. somehow i was reminded yesterday of leaving after the show in a car and the winnebago pulling in front of us … with a deadhead stowed away on the roof. suddenly it stopped and the driver, one of Scher’s henchmen, jumped out and began to climb the ladder up the side. said deadhead abandoned ship and no one was hurt.

  3. My mother never had any interest in anything Star Wars related (probably her only fault), but I have been staying with her for the holidays and harassing her to go see the new one. In conversation yesterday, it came up that she very honestly believed that it was, “Hans Solo”. That will make me chuckle til the end of my days…

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