Here’s another shot of Garcia’s Nudie Suit from behind; the outfit maintains the usual Dead motifs: skulls and roses and bullshit. Nothing says Grateful Dead like skulls and roses and bullshit.
Fuck it, might as well empty out the Nudie Suit library in one easy-to-find place. Here’s Bobby:
Is that a chicken? I think that’s a chicken. Here’s another of Bobby:
The son of a bitch just didn’t have a bad angle.
You look spiffy.
Awesome. This is Phil:
But you already knew that. (Check out the cowboy boots.)
This is a better shot of the weirdo Strat from late ’72:
This is 12/12, and he also played Numbers (I just named the guitar) on 11/22/72 at the Municipal Auditorium in Austin. We know this from this picture…
I gotta be honest with you, Enthusiasts: this research horseshit is not for me. I’m exhausted. The president’s right: facts are for suckers.
And we finish up with a shot featuring both the Nudie Suit and the weird guitar. I brought all the threads together.
And you without a Pulitzer.
I know, right?