Thoughts On The Dead

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

Baby, Weir


Hey, baby. How you doing?

“I’m not gonna lie: this is fucking awful.”

I feel you.

“Yeah, Jesus: Samba, Corinna, and Easy Answers in one set?”

Wow, that is–HEY.


  1. Disaster Amnesiac

    March 9, 2015 at 5:28 pm

    Throw in Looks Like Rain and a poopy diaper for the win!

  2. The baby looks much happier here than he did later in the evening, after a turn in the bath with Kreutzmann’s Baby Shampoo, whose slogan is “LOTS More Tears.”

  3. I’m guessing this photo predates babies coming with those big headphone things they all wear at concerts now?

    • Yeah, it was ’93. Babies were tough then.

      Not as tough as those 1970’s babies napping in front of the speakers or falling off the Wall of Sound, naked, but tougher than today’s little snowflakes for sure.

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