Thoughts On The Dead

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

The Walrus And Paul

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“Y’know, Bob: I took quite a bit of acid in my day.”

“You’re adorable.”


“Have you met my sister-in-law, Lillan Monster?”

“Monsters? Gronks? What the hell is going on?”

“Y’got a little too close to a Grateful Dead, Yoko–”

“I’m begging you to stop calling me that.”

“–and things get off the rails quick.”

“Well, Bob, you know: Beatles were awful weird, too. Things got strange.”

“Seriously: you’re adorable.”

“We went to India.”

“We owned an Indian. It turned out, you know, that he was a Catholic guy from Rhode Island, but the intent was there.”

“A woman broke up the Beatles.”

“A sound system broke up the Dead.”

“We let Billy Preston into the band.”

“Yeah, that was a British thing. See, Americans had met black people before, so they weren’t impressed with his little Afro wig and his grin.”

“That was harsh, Bob.”

“Don’t get me started on Billy Preston, man. Long history there.”

“Okay, okay.”


“Bob, did the Gronk just eat my bass player?”

“Yeah, uh-huh.”

“That’s not vegetarian.”

“The opposite.”


  1. I’ll take a thoughts on Abbey Road or Moving Pictures if you got em. Something else to distract from the America we are seeing daily.

  2. McCartney has a bass player?

    • Thoughts On The Dead

      July 19, 2016 at 7:15 pm

      I think Sir Paul plays guitar or piano for some songs, so he needs a utility rocker.

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