Thoughts On The Dead

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

The Post-Show

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“What did I do?”

“The watch thing, Bob.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, who you are, or where I am.”

“You haven’t let that stop you yet.”

“Sure, sure.”

“You made fun of my watches onstage. ‘Just like a Swiss watch.’ That hurt. It’s like all those long, one-sided conversations I had with you about watches were wastes of time.”

“Seems that way.”

“Bob!”

“Listen, Josh: it’s a new Bob Weir. I’m doing jazz hands, and I’m tossing out zingers.”

“Oh? We’re doing zingers now? Cuz…you know…”

“What?”

“When did you start doing jazz hands, Bob?”

“I’ve never done jazz hands.”

“You’re doing them right now.”

“Is this jazz hands?”

“What did you think they were?”

“Sex thing.”

“No, Bob.”

“The way Billy taught me, they are.”

“That goes for everything Billy teaches.”

“Sometimes he teaches lessons.”

“He does.”

“Yeah, yeah. Josh, I’ve thought it over and I’m going to continue doing whatever the hell I feel like.”

“Worked for you so far.”

“Seems that way.”

2 Comments

  1. I don’t know Joshs voice yet, but I can hear Bobs voice when you do this.

    “I’ve thought it over and I’m going to continue doing whatever the hell I feel like.”

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