Thoughts On The Dead

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This is all the rehearsing that Furthur did.



“Bobby, stop calling me that.”


Even backstage, Mickey doesn’t get a real drum set.




Jeff Chimenti is a Shorts Die-Hard, isn’t he? Everybody knew one in college: the guy–it’s only guys that do this–who ALWAYS wears shorts, no matter what the weather or occasion. Usually, though, they’re fat guys or at least stocky. Jeff Chimenti is the skinniest SDH I’ve ever seen.


“Yeah, I’m gonna need the white people to stop encircling me, please.”


The fellow with the camera is Justin Kreutzmann–you know Justin–and he’s putting together a documentary about rock and roll drummers called Let There Be Drums. You can read about it, and see something called a sizzle reel, right here.

FUN FACT: For the past few years, Justin has been an editor on The Bachelorette.

Advice From A Professional

chez ray

“You’re supposed to eat it. The soup.”

Hey, Chez Ray.

“I been cooking my whole life and never had to explain soup before. You’re a special kind of dumb.”

It was an accident! You’re a chef, you must have burned yourself a million times.

“Course. Burned, sliced, stabbed, poisoned, had the walk-in door slam on my hand once or twice.”

So I would expect some sympathy, huh?

“You didn’t let me finish.”

Go ahead.

“I was going to say, ‘…but then I didn’t whine about on the internet.'”

Oh. Yeah, sure. Garcia a big soup fan?

“If it came out of a can that said Campbell’s, sure. God bless him, he ate like a ten-year-old.”

That’s the general consensus.

“Billy liked Campbell’s soup, too, but just throwing cans at people real hard.”

That is also the consensus.

Dose Me On The Bus

further bus portland

Soup, get out of there.

“Heeeey, man.”

You’re living in Further?

“I’m not living here, man.”


“Just staying for a little bit, man.”

Not as good. Is this thing the original bus?

“You know those Japanese temples that have been there for a thousand years, and they’ve burned down and been rebuilt five times, but yet are still the same temple, man?”


“Like that, man.”

Tour’s over soon, Soup. What are you doing this fall?

“Volunteering, man. Going out with Hillary, man.”


“She’s not liberal enough for me, but a presidential campaign’s got a shitload of buses, man.”

Practical thinking.

Bob: Up And Down

All hands are on deck of this ship of fools, fellow Enthusiasts: ideas, hosannas, and nifty artifacts streaming in over the digital transom from Friends of TotD.

This one comes from Mr Completely, head of the Interdimensional Affairs Desk operating out of the satellite office in Fillmore Northwest, where a Gore-Tex fetish is a helpful acquisition and soccer is openly tolerated.

It’s a decent show, for an ’85 right before Garcia went night-night. But the fun is watching Bobby stop merely comprehending gravity: finally he would understand it.

Watch, starts around 53:30:

So, Bobby goes to do The Lunge, which–and, being a Bobby Man as I am, this pains me to say–Bobby is the only one in the room not getting the joke on.  Bobby, the cheering you heard for The Lunge was sarcastic: I am sorry to have to be the one to break this to you. Everyone forgave you immediately after it happened, but if it had not have happened at all, people would have been cool with that, if you’re reading me on this one.

Anyhoo, the best part isn’t watching Bobby fall (which is , obviously, hilarious in and of itself), no; it’s the direct aftermath, when by means of body language and general rocking, Bobby attempts to convince the crowd that he intended to fly ass-over-teakettle to celebrate Estimated changing keys.

Who goofed on Bobby the longest for this? You’d think Mickey, right? Seems like some Mickey shit to do, but in reality: Phil still brings this up to this day; it was part of a horrific fight on the last Furthur tour. They were drinking green tea in their hotel suite. (Bobby and Phil share a room on the road; in fact, they share bunk beds.)

“This is delicious honey,” said Bobby.

“Why did you call me honey?” said Phil.

“I didn’t. I said that the honey was delicious, not that–”

“It makes me uncomfortable when you call me honey,” said Phil.

“–you were my…what’s happening here?”

“Hey,” Phil said. “Who am I: ‘My time coming, any day. Don’tWHAUUUUGH!’ I’m down! Bobby down, repeat: Bobby down!”

“Why do you always go there? You’re not my Garcia! YOU’RE NOT MY GARCIA!”

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