“Looky there, man. Little Josh suckin’ off the Dead nipple some more.”
Don’t call me brother. I know how you treat your brother.
“It’s just shit, man. Legacy acts playing their old hits. Just sad, man.”
Sure. What are you doing this week?
“Playing a show from ’77 with Phil.”
“Where’s his beard?”
Don’t call him that. Only me and Bobby and everybody else gets to call him that.
“Still: where’s his beard?”
I don’t think he has a girlfriend at the moment.
“You think this is what Jerry would have wanted?”
He’s dead. He doesn’t get a vote, except maybe in Chicago.
“Whatever, man. Just sad Play your own songs!”
You’re very hard to handle, Chris Robinson.
“You suck, too.”
Nice of you to stop by. Call first next time.