Mister, you take that fucking ball cap off right the fuck now. This is not a baseball cap band. You’ve crossed the line, Lesh!
bill kreutzmannbob weirdonna jean godchauxjerry garciaphil lesh
November 21, 2014 at 11:55 pm
Hey, it’s almost 21:00 on the West Coast and I’m sitting here in my pajamas (it’s raining fish outside) with my reproduction 1949 San Francisco Seals cap on. There’s almost NOTHING that doesn’t deserve a good “gamer brim” ball cap. Indoors or out. Plus, if you’ve been out in the rain that day, it hides the Mr. Messy Hair stuff.
November 22, 2014 at 1:57 pm
So little room between the drum line and the edge of the stage…Back the f*ck up, crowd!
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