Thoughts On The Dead

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

Due To Death, The Part Of Jerry Garcia Will Be Played By John Mayer

Grateful Dead Live at Dillon Stadium, Hartford, CT 31 July 1974. Featuring the Wall of Sound. Summer weekday show, one of the longest ever played by The Dead.


John Mayer.

“Parish, bring me my phone?”

How do you have a smart phone?

“Dude, I have access to a time machine, a super-intelligent AI, and a bag of infinite holdings: I can get an iPhone.”




“Leave ’em alone for twenty years and look what they get up to.”

It’s a mess.

“Where Phil in all of this?”

His band’s across the street.


31 miles away.

“For fuck’s sake.”


Your sideburns make you look like pudgy Wolverine.

“First of all, Wolverine’s healing factor would never allow him to become pudgy; second: bite me.”


  1. Goddamn it.

  2. I love the fact that they are doing this without Phil. Sure we can be annoyed somewhat but the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and Phil counts somewhere as Frenemy or something, so although I would love to see Phil, I also love that his friends are playing without him. The way he barked orders at the drummers and everyone in Santa Clara was too much.

    Maybe I was misreading his movements, but he seemed to want to rule the clubhouse, and nobody likes that.

  3. It’s as natural a pairing as the Scooby Doo gang and the Harlem Globetrotters.

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