Garcia was walking to the stage one night and as he passed the door to Bobby’s dressing room, he heard Bobby playing the Good Lovin’ chords on an unplugged electric guitar, singing along.
“You got the BEAVER…” and Bobby would giggle really fucking hard. “And I got the cure.”
He sang it over and over, laughing harder each time. Finally, Bobby got up and left the room.
Garcia caught him at the door: he grabbed Bobby’s collar tight, slammed him up against the wall, put his face in real close, snarled a bit, finally said: