Thoughts On The Dead

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

Dive, Barred

bobby stage dive prayer thing
Dammit, Bobby, knock it off with the prayer hands.

“No, not prayer hands. I am discovering a different bliss.”

Please don’t stage dive.

“They will bear me aloft on a litter of ticklefingers”

They won’t. Also: ew.

“I think the Deadheads would catch me if I stage dove.”

They would want to. After the fact, they would all feel bad that they didn’t. But half of them are way too high to react quickly enough, and the other half are your age.

“Ah.”

What would happen if someone stage dived onto you?

“I would most likely shatter.”

Right.

“Okay, so none of that, but I still want to get closer to the fans, y’know?”

How about some small, late-night shows? Real intimate?

“That’s a good idea.”

And charge suckers a couple grand apiece to get in.

“That’s a great idea.”

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