“Members of the press, Joan Baez’s scarf, various microphones, janitor who wandered in and began eating the donuts only to be shrieked at by Joan Baez, Otis: welcome.
“First of all: these mics are unprofessional as hell. When the Dead does a show, we all have the same kind of mic. It just makes for a better presentation, and the Dead’s all about presentation.
“I’m happy to be part of this benefit with Joan Baez & Friends. Mickey is doing a show under the name Joan Baez & Friends With Benefits, but I don’t know what night that is.
“Me and Garcia are gonna play some acoustic numbers. You know: casual. And, uh. we played rock-paper-scissor to see whose bass player to use, and Garcia won, so John Kahn’ll be there. Joan’s gonna come up and do a tune or two with us, because it’s in the contract. Fun night.
“AIDS isn’t fun, though. I hope no one thinks that. There are some aids that are great–hearing, marital–but you capitalize that sucker and, you know: boom. Everyone’s worse off. It’s ironic that something named AIDS is so unhelpful.
“And if I can digress for a second: it’s a little odd that no one’s complimented me on my chest hair. A little odd. All I’m saying.”
Wrap it up, Bobby.