Thoughts On The Dead

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

Biting, Satire

Trent Nelson  |  The Salt Lake Tribune Mickey Hart (left) and Bob Weir, of the band Grateful Dead, at the premiere of the film, "The Music Never Stopped"  at the Rose Wagner Theater, part of the Sundance Film Festival Friday, January 21, 2011.

“Don’t you put that fucking hat back on.”

“Put your finger down or I’m going to eat it.”

“Go ahead. Do it.”

“You wanna be the Garcia, I’ll make you the Garcia, buddy.”

“Lose the hat and learn the song.”

“Lose the finger. I’m warming my teeth up. They’re getting ready to bite.”

“Bite away. Your mouth comes near me, and I reach in and pull your asshole out through your nostrils.”




“Billy, Bobby’s punching our drummer.”

“I’m the drummer, Branford.”

“I’m not talking to any of you for the rest of the day.”


    • Yikes Spencer your powers are increasing, soon you will rule all things.

      Saw the show tonight.

      I was struck by the sad/angry songs.

      Hard Rain, Black Throated Wind, Looks Like Rain, Black Muddy River, New Speedway.

  1. Did anyone get a good shot of Young John Mayers Jodhpur-ish pants from Cincy.

    Besides those he has toned down the costume as of late. No capes, no knee length bathrobes, more or less clothes strange clothes but garments like shirts and pants, no hybrids.

  2. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    June 18, 2016 at 11:06 am

    “… yeah? well my big fat ugly yellow dog can …”

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