Five minutes into the honky-horn symphony, Billy looked backstage and noticed a roadie who had clearly been beaten to death with honky-horns. Then, he looked down and noticed Mickey’s baseball gloves and all of a sudden Billy knew he’d been set up.
The geese came suddenly and with anger. Billy accepted his feathery death; he was laughing as the birds ate his eyes.
I guarantee these things come with a lecture about how “everything’s a drum, man.”
Holy shit: Mickey is not wearing a Dead shirt. AND he doesn’t have his Stealie earpiece in. Mickey is momentarily bereft of Dead bullshit; he’s had nightmares about this for years.
“They’re like boobies.”
“They totally are.”
Shortly after this picture was taken, the rest of the band joined the Rhythm Devils for Drums, except for Bobby, who took one look and started making calls about the next Ratdog tour.