Thoughts On The Dead

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

Bob Weir: Internet Celebrity

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“Okay, Bobby. You’ve been here before. Just don’t panic and try to think. Try to think and don’t talk out loud. Don’t talk out loud and figure out who the hell this woman is. Figure out who the hell this woman is and what the fuck a Periscope is. Okay: let’s just list things I know. My name is Bobert Herbert Walker Weir and I’m a Grateful Dead. Ooh, maybe she’s a Grateful Dead? Should I ask her? Is she Phil? Phil’s a Grateful Dead, and this woman might very well be Phil.”

“Bobby?”

“Said that all out loud?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh.”

“Leilani, Bobby.”

“Sure, sure. Yeah.”

“Sister-in-law.”

“RIIIiighht, okay. I’m back.”

“Good to see you.”

“Were we broadcasting?”

“Yes.”

“Ah.”

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