Thoughts On The Dead

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

Tag: 1984

And His Sidekick, Colonel Waitlist

This, Younger Enthusiasts, is what was called General Admission. Clubs and small theaters without seats still use it, and fly-by-night festivals, but promoters who didn’t buy their insurance from Antoine’s House of Chicken and Indemnity try to break the crowd into smaller pieces now. Three or four paddocks on either side going back. This keeps your audience safe. (Or controlled, however you want to think of it.) Otherwise, the audience surges towards the stage when the band starts and doesn’t stop until everybody’s favorite fun game, Take A Step Back.

That’s how shitty free-for-all GA was: it went wrong so often that a song (kinda) was named after it. There are famous Take A Step Backs, for fuck’s sake. The band couldn’t have enjoyed doing that, either. How can you choogle when you’re watching a 15-year-old in a tube top get crushed against a police barrier? It also killed people, making GA the equivalent of Communism: an idea so bad it’s lethal. Eleven kids at a Who concert in ’79, three at an AC/DC show in Utah in ’91, two at Donnington during Guns n’ Roses’ set.

Younger Enthusiasts will also notice that there are no Superluxe Esteemed Guest Praetor’s Suite boxes upfront.

Keen-eyed Enthusiasts will note the ultra-rare sight of Phil playing a normal bass guitar.

Keener-eyed Enthusiasts will spot the chick in the black tank top standing next to the tall guy and know that Bobby was making eyes at her the whole set.

All Enthusiasts will notice the loose wires all over the goddamned stage and know who was responsible.

Where’s The Dog Shirt?

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Hey, Phil. Whatcha–

“Gonna make yourself a little joke about the munchies? Is that what you’re gonna do?”

Yeah.

“Fuck off.”

Okay.

Peacocked And Loaded

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No one could figure out why Garcia had become a peacock, but he refused to discuss it and Parish would punch you if you pressed the issue.

Little Too Much Perspective

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Hey, Enthusiasts?

Wanna win the Deadhead game? Make this your desktop. It’s an enormous picture and would fit most screens.

Sure, other people have Dead wallpaper on their screens, but it’s always Baron Wolman’s shots or the Boys (and Mrs. Donna Jean) bundled up and free of charge at Lindley. This desktop, however, proves your cred.

You gotta really like the Dead to look at this picture every day. I don’t think the family members of the people in the shot want to look at this every day: fat Phil, sad Garcia; then you look at the rainbow behind them.

Is that a child’s skeleton? The one on the right, that’s tiny and cute? What the fuck, Grateful Dead? I’m getting to the bottom of this.

Precarious Lee?

“Yo.”

Did you have anything to do with the backdrop?

“Painted the fucker myself.”

Of course you did. Is that just a bad job with perspective or–

“Dead kid.”

–is that a…dammit, man: why?

“You know, man: pot of gold, rainbow, dead kid.”

That third thing doesn’t belong.

“Might’ve been a little fucked up at the time.”

Well, yeah.

“Looking at this photograph, I do have regrets.”

Good.

“I wish there had been more road cases to leave strewn around the stage.”

Nope.

“Y’got that big one by Brent, but there’s so much more space to fill.”

The band’s filling it.

“Hey, man: band does their job; road crew does ours.”

That sounds like an efficient way to run an organization.

“Haven’t missed a show yet.”

Give ya that.

Meh Year's Eve

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TotD feels the opposite of this today.

Other Times, I Can Barely Speak

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“Yay!”

“YAAAAAAAY!”

“YaaHACKHACKHACK…huh, huh, huh…gimme a sec…just kinda ran outta breath a little…YAYno, I need to siddown.”

That’s No Moon…

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Bring Solo and the Wookiee to me.

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