Hey, who’s that shaggy guitarist standing next to Phil? He looks so familiar.
It’s Bobby! (And Ross James playing an utterly gorgeous what-looks-to-a-Gibson ES-150, but Ross James is at Terrapin Crossroads all the time, so he does not get an exclamation point.) Phil is to the right, and the three of them played an acoustic set; Deadheadland provides us with pictures and a set list, and if you’re not following Deadheadland on your social media platform of choice, then you don’t know what’s going on in Deadhead Land. It’s that simple. (Plus, he’s got videos of the afternoon’s music over there. Go, watch, enjoy. I’ll be here when you’re done. I won’t be lonely. Abandon me. I’ll lie down and die like an animal. I’m fine.)
This was for a ceremony honoring something. The backyard of TXR and the city of San Rafael are now partners, or maybe one bought the other. Has Terrapin Crossroads been named a national park? I have no idea: the point I am trying to get across is that something happened. People were happy, and proud; a representative from the city may or may not have made a statement.
Another shot of some hippies playing in the park in the middle of the afternoon.
Of note: the trio played for 35 minutes, which means each of Phil’s bass pedals got seven minutes to itself; Phil has fully committed to his Apple Watch; Red Metal Stool did not make the gig.
Another shot in which we learn that the three played Monkey and the Engineer and On the Road Again, which Bobby sang; and Ripple and Friend of the Devil, which Bobby and Phil shared vocals on. We also learn that Bobby and Phil get bottles of water, but Ross James receives no water. Sorry, Ross James: water is for Grateful Deads. We learn further that the roof of Phil’s outdoor stage has been built in a way to enhance hallucinogens. We finally learn that the stage is well-protected by those metal stanchions with the nylon straps stretched between them. (The nylon is of Italian import.)