Thoughts On The Dead

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

Just Do It, But Not This

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Those were the Days, my friend. The Days Between, my friend. Let us all dance in Berlin while night falls; let us have great hair and sing songs and rouge up our nipples while night falls over Europe. Those were the Days, my friend, the Days Betw–

Excuse me.

I’m singing. How dare you.

You know that song isn’t from Cabaret, right?

Really?

Go check.

It seems like it should be in Cabaret, though.

Granted, but still wrong.

Then how we will observe the seventh Day Between, which is dedicated to Garcia’s bitchin’ footwear?

Well, FoTotD and PWDNMUIUS (Person Who Did Not Murder Us In Our Sleep) Martin sent in that picture of Garcia’s Nikes, which might be bitchin’ were they not accompanied by black socks and the elastic garters of blue sweatpants.

Yeah, that’s a mess.

Forget the Persian: there should have been an intervention for that behavior.

Can we not bring up the Persian during the Days Between?

If it weren’t for the Persian, there wouldn’t be a Days Between.

Aw.

7 Comments

  1. I thought he’d gone exclusively to slip-on shoes by this time.

  2. ‘Bout time old Martin showed his face around here.

    • Thoughts On The Dead

      August 8, 2016 at 5:26 pm

      I know, right? Sure, he didn’t murder me in my sleep last summer; what has he done for me lately?

  3. Bobby never looked more like Huey Lewis

  4. Luther Von Baconson

    August 9, 2016 at 3:48 am

    i like the sweats with the “Patch Cord Keeper”. Gotta get me a pair for around the crib.

  5. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    August 9, 2016 at 11:58 am

    As I recall, those Jerry shoes were specially modified so that rather than having to step on the buttons on his effects board, he could tap / stamp his heels and turn the effects on or off. That did not work too well.

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