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Broad, Caster

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This is a lovely photo of Mrs. Donna Jean that I hadn’t seen before, but this photo is also a good test of whether or not you’ve been reading TotD too much: if you saw the casters and the coil of haphazardly abandoned wire, and thought, “I know who set that up,” then you have been coming here too much.

Campus Rumpus

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Parish had been a drummer for the Grateful Dead for five minutes when he threw a tantrum, punched the rest of the band, and flew home.

OR

“It feels nice on your back, Jer.”

“Don’t rub my back, Weir.”

“Your front?”

“Parish! Oh, you’re right there.”

OR

Either Mrs. Donna Jean is shaking her maracas, or Phil has the daintiest hands I’ve seen on a man since politics politics politics.

OR

In a karate fight with improvised weapons that took place in a drum store, cabasa vs. maracasa is an even match up: cabasa is good for a hammer-type blow, while you can wield the maracas like sai. Obviously, a guiro is of no use whatsoever in karate fighting. Optimally, you would stand at a distance and frisbee ride cymbals at your opponent’s neck as hard as you could.

OR

This shot’s from 6/4/78 at the University of California at Santa Barbara. (Go Banana Slugs!)

A Terrible Poem About Wonderful Hair

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Mrs. Donna Jean Godchaux,
How, oh how, does your hair grow?

“A hundred strokes of brush and then,
Another hundred strokes again.
Flaxseed oil, shampoos of beer,
(I only cut it once a year.)
I simonize and wash and dry,
And when the moon’s full in the sky,
I sacrifice a virgin fair,
For Sassoon! (He’s the God of Hair.)
The salty blood of my selection
Stains the mouth of my reflection.
Demon? Monster? All beware?
Kiss my ass: I’ve got great hair.”

That got weird.

“You asked, sugar.”

Uptown, Saturday Night

Speak of the Devil, and he’ll appear in your trousers, Enthusiasts: since mentioning that it’s been forever since a good show recommendation, I’ve made two. (I’m counting this one.) For your listening treasure: 11/18/78 from the Uptown Theatre in Chicago. Keith is in good form for a late-’78 show, and the Scarlet>Fire, while under 20 minutes, is well worth your time. I will say that these sets of music are firmly within the period of time known as Bobby’s Slide Guitar Lessons; be warned.

And a Stagger Lee, and a From The Heart Of Me (which is a pretty song that Mrs. Donna Jean sings well), and then Phil blames Germans for things. Great show all around.

I don’t know about “great.”

Solid and energetic representation of the period?

Sure.

Well, He’s Coming Down The Stairs

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The fourth day of the Days Between is, as ancient tradition dictates, dedicated to Garcia the Stair-Climber. Many loved him as a singer, or a guitarist, but his close friends knew that Jerome H. Garcia could climb the fuck out of stairs. Up, down, spiral, whatever.

We Live In The History Of The Future

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There will always be a Mrs. Donna Jean.

Fillmore South will be a reef, corrupt and smoky and teeming with surly fish. The water is rising, and the lakes becoming brackish, and we will move to the mountains; buy real estate in Colorado right now.

Your ancestors, if there are any, will forget your name and all records will be lost after the Grand Mutilations of the Shallow King. When they dig up Las Vegas, they will surely think it religious.

There will still be a Mrs. Donna Jean.

Spirit, Animal

Did you know that Bobby was selected to be the first recipient of the Les Paul Spirit Award? Did you know there was a Les Paul Spirit Award? There is now, apparently, and Bobby will get it at Bonnaroo. My spies tell me that Bobby has insisted on being presented with a medal in front of everyone just like at the end of Star Wars. Bobby is also forcing Jeff Chimenti to play Chewbacca in the scenario.

(Also: please no one mention that Bobby has never, ever, ever, ever played a Les Paul. He played Gibsons–a red SG and a sunburst 335–but not a Les Paul.)

Plus, you should listen to this: 1/7/78 from Golden Hall in San Diego. It’s one of the Laryngitis Shows from early ’78 and, freed from his vocal duties, Garcia solos. Bobby counts the first song in, and then Garcia solos until Bobby tells the crowd that they’d be right back; he takes a break from soloing; Bobby once again counts the band in, and Garcia resumes soloing until it is time to call it an evening.

And there’s a first set El Paso>Let It Grow>Promised Land which is not a thing, but somehow exists; the El Paso might be the best EVAR: Garcia slashes and growls and whoops throughout the entire song, and then during LIG, he does his Jimmy Page impression and the whole show is a beauty.

You now have something to read, and something to listen to. Would you care to look? Fine. You may look at this:

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That is a baby camel, more precisely a baby Bactrian camel, and his name is Alexander Camelton.

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Things Bobby Might Be Yelling

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  • Haaaa-AAAAAAAAAAAA-yobble.
  • The REEEEEEAL issue is MEEEEEENtal health, YEAH!
  • I’m telling you guys, it’s real. I can hear it. You know that fillings pick up radio stations sometimes. It was on I Love Lucy. Listen when I open my mouth really wide. ‘HEY, THIS IS WOLFMAN JACK!’ Did you hear that!?
  • FLUMPF!
  • HONG KONG PHOOEY CAN’T MELT STEEL BEAMS!
  • GlumperdumpWOO!

Garcia Has Found His Bliss

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Hey, Garcia. Whatcha thinking about?

“Absolutely nothing.”

That’s the best.

“Yeah.”

Dumpe L’oeil

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Precarious?

“Yeah, boss?”

Why did you strap the monitors down?

“Monitors are squirrelly fuckers.”

Okay. Why is the band set up so crooked?

“Band’s squirrelly fuckers, too.”

True. Precarious?

“Uh-huh?”

What about the shitty, hand-drawn Stealie banner casually tossed in front of the band where no one can see it?

“What about it?”

Good talk.

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