Thoughts On The Dead

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

No Cheese, Just Steak

Maybe you’re crying in your beer, but I won’t do it. No Soldier Field-a-thons, no video of Garcia smiling beatifically while So Many Roads plays, none of it.

This afternoon, via Friend of the Bloggings Mr. Completely, we have 4/19/84 from Philadelphia, where many people were born and raised, but only one made such hoo-ha about it.

At the least, it’s a beautiful Charlie Miller transfer; at its best, it’s bouncy and happy and shiny until the part in Estimated when they decide to eat your face.

Perfect for a rainy day like this.

1 Comment

  1. David Silberman

    August 22, 2017 at 10:04 am

    My first show!

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