Thoughts On The Dead

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

God Bless You, Happy Leavell, Wherever You Are

If the Dead had broken up February 15th, 1968, then they still would have played this still-astonishing chunk of music the night before, and therefore been in contention for the Best EVAR awards.

I have linked to it before, and it’s been officially released, and you’ve memorized every note: no matter; it still shines and rumbles like a chromed-out fuckdozer. Let this music make rough love to your ears, and face. They are out of tune, but so are you and no one calls you on it: Pig and Garcia and the ones they left behind to wander around.

 

10 Comments

  1. Chromed-out Fuckdozer was my nickname back in college, how’d you know

  2. once a month with this show keeps your brain nice and weird. in the best kind of way

    it is the secret handshake of the enthusiast

  3. Sir Luther Von Baconson

    October 8, 2015 at 5:31 am

    good stuff. carousel means Fun. there was a restaurant/strip club my town when i was a kid, The Carousel.

  4. How could this ever be improved upon? All else pales……

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