Thoughts On The Dead

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

The Pizza Tapes?

What is going on?

“Got hungry.”

In the middle of a show?

“Well, uh, racecar drivers fuel up in the middle of a race.”

That’s different.



“And, you know, I’m gonna share. Drummers can split a slice.”

Mighty white of you, Bobby.

“I have often been described as ‘white,’ yeah.”

What’s the topping situation?

“That’s actually pretty complicated. Obviously, uh, you don’t want too much grease in a performance setting, so pepperoni is out.”


“And we’re not dogs, so pupperoni is also out.”


“Obviously, no bluefin.”


“And, uh, we got our own mushrooms, so that’s not a priority.”

And they’re disgusting coprophages.

“That, too. As far as meatballs or sausage or bacon: someone in the band besides Garcia is always a vegetarian this week, so that’s a no go.”

Garcia couldn’t do the no-meat thing, huh?

“He did every once in a while, but then he’d finish the ice cream and want some goulash or something.”

Sounds right.

1 Comment

  1. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    December 27, 2017 at 2:20 pm

    That’s his backstage pass that he is giving her.

    Bob was sneaky that way. Then he’d be all “I dunno. It must have fallen off while I was on stage?”.

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