Thoughts On The Dead

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

Guess Who’s Back, Back Again

Hey, Phil. Whatcha doing?

“Collecting knobs.”

I can see that.

HELLO THERE.

Wally, I’m talking to Phil.

“I don’t wanna talk to you.”

DO NOT CALL ME THAT. LOOK AT MY BEAUTY AND POWER.

How’d you get out of Little Aleppo?

I AM NOT INSTALLED INTO THE TAHITIAN FOR 20 YEARS AFTER THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN.

That is true, actually.

CONTINUITY IS SO IMPORTANT.

It is.

I THOROUGHLY ENJOY MY RETIREMENT, BUT IT IS QUITE PLEASANT TO BE PERFORMING THE TASK I WAS DESIGNED FOR. MOSTLY.

Mostly?

SEASTONES.

Sure.

“Hey!”

SEASTONES IS JIVE AND YOU KNOW IT.

“You can be replaced, y’know.”

I AM REPLACED SEVERAL MONTHS FROM NOW WHEN THE ACCUMULATED COST OF CARTING ME AROUND BECOMES A BURDEN AND THE BAND BREAKS UP.

“We get back together.”

IT IS NEVER THE SAME.

“There are a lot of high points coming up in the Dead’s career.”

I AM THE HIGH POINT. I AM GLORIOUS.

“Hey, jackass, can you take Robby the Robot back to whenever he’s hiding out now?”

If I moved any of him, the union would have my ass.

“I hate this shit.”

PLAY ONE OF YOUR BOMBS. THEY TICKLE.

“Goddammit.”

4 Comments

  1. PLAY ONE OF YOUR BOMBS. THEY TICKLE

    I couldn’t agree more Wally.

    DO NOT CALL ME THAT

  2. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    November 7, 2017 at 9:53 am

    Phil looks so calm and collected because he does not know that the mountains of speakers behind him had been balanced just so, ready to topple at the first low note he plays.

  3. Luther Von Baconson

    November 7, 2017 at 2:38 pm

    Phil’s “Bree Daniels” cut.

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