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Dances Onstage While I Sing For You

Who’s that lady?

“Some lady, man.”

The professionalism of your security staff is nonpareil.

“Oh, I’m sure they patted her down thoroughly.”

True. This Lindley Meadows?

“I told you I didn’t know her name, man.”

Lindley Meadows. The park.

“Yeah, huh, good question.”

Lemme ask you something.

“Sure.”

Is the entire band tripping balls?

“Well, Donna isn’t.”

Is the entire band on acid?

“Seems that way.”

Is someone having a baby as you’re soloing?

“Think so.”

It’s Lindley Meadows.

“Learn something new every day.”

Meadow; Tenor, Baritone, Alto

We now know what Billy did during the Hiatus: eat away the sadness.

Jerry Garcia: Sex Symbol

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TotD pays tribute to the ancients, and follows the laws they have handed down in his celebration of the Days Between. Since time immemorial, we have observed the birth and death of Jerome H. Garcia. For thousands of years, the holiday made no sense at all, but then Garcia was born and soloed and died, and everyone was all, “Oh, now I get it.”

This is either the fourth, sixth, or twenty-first day of the Days (I have stopped counting) and as custom dictates, today we remember Garcia’s fuckability. Not the loophole fuckability he retained as a rich and famous rock star until his death, but the objective fuckability of (parts of) his youth. Garcia’s Window of Fuckability* was from the regrowth of his beard in ’70 or ’71 until 1978; the window was briefly closed in ’73 when he shaved. (Garcia without his beard is like Superman without his cape.)

So on this Day Between, please join me in giving praise to Fuckable Garcia.

Do you even hear yourself any more?

Yeah, this one was creepy, huh?

Little bit.

Am I saving by being self-aware about it?

Not at all.

No, huh?

No.

Look at Garcia’s hair, though.

He looks cool as shit.

Right?

Notice how I didn’t say “fuckable” like that was an appropriate thing to say about another human.

I noticed, sure.

*Everyone has a sliver of their lives when their appearance and attitude intersect favorably, and cause one to become fuckable. For some, this window might last decades; for others, it may be limited to the hour spent walking around the parking lot of a Judas Priest concert in a zebra outfit.

Meadow, Lark

band lindleyMost of the shots from the Lindley Meadows free show are more than familiar, but here’s one taken–seemingly–by a fan. (I am just assuming that a picture containing the professional photographers was not taken by said professional photographers.)

Garcia In A Leather Jacket

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In the interest of fairness, we now present Garcia with all the sexy in the world in a pic from Lindley Meadows I don’t know if I’ve seen before.

Meadow Tenor And Baritone

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Another cool shot from the legendary (and criminally unreleased) Lindley Meadows show in ’75. Garcia is yelling at someone getting too close to his hoagie; Bobby is looking at Goose, who is a giant duck, good friend of Bobby, and imaginary; Billy is taking a piss.

Lazy Jones

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Who’s Johnny Casual on the left there?

Also: just a little more humidity and we would be in the land of the Full Muppet.

Winterland Is Coming

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Um…Hodor?

Stranger Danger

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Listen: if you told Garcia there was candy in the van, he would get in the van.

Help>Slip And Hend Grenades

I won’t go on about this one: you’ve heard it before: 9/28/75 in Lindley Meadows. Hell, I’ve written about it before but something just occurred to me: much like how the year they retired was their most consistently brilliant, the BEST EVAR Help>Slip>Franklin’s is the one that doesn’t quite exist.

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