In a sad, see-through, and destined-to-go-sideways attempt to be helpful, TotD presents a one-time feature: What’s Everybody Bitching About Now? This shall be prefaced by another singular event entitled And Where They At?
Here’s what we know at around 7 PM, June 8th, 2015:
Everyone’s played their last gig, or in the case of Billy, had anal sex with his last bookstore employee. Bobby and Phil played last night at their* respective restaurants. Bobby had custody of Jeff Chimenti for the evening and Steve Kimock showed up; Phil was surrounded by mammals, as well. There were webcasts of both shows, but you had to shell out seven bucks for Phil’s and that’s all I have to say about that.
Billy has come off the road, washed the skank off his potato salad, and sent Benjy down to Little Aleppo for the most Hawaiian shirts ever made. (In what was a lovely gesture, Benjy offered Billy the use of his (Benjy’s) apartment, but Billy had specifically inserted into the contracts “I get to stay where the Pope stays,” so Billy’s got a place to crash.)
Mickey has posted yet another picture of this fucking thing:
The gourds have their own roadies; some things are still just exactly perfect.
Now: Who’s Got Beef?
Grateful Dean got beef. He says things! and stuff! and other things that, to be honest, I could not follow. There are shenanigans afoot, and trouble ahead – he’s been taken aback!
If you can’t expect straight-shooting from a concert promoter who used to own a bowling alley, then what’s this world coming to?
Washington Post got beef, or at least tries to explain various beefs and levels of beefery. Will there be litigation? A class-action suit on behalf of people who couldn’t get quite as close to the stage as they desired? Did folks want to smell the band?
Old balls and good pot. The Grateful Dead smells like old balls and good pot. Now suck it up and sit in the damn loge.
Bill Walton got beef, in that he is planning to kidnap the surviving members of the Dead and force them to play in his basement.
Bring no vegans: there is beef here.
* Does Bobby own Sweetwater or not? He has to own a piece of it, at least, just from his bar tab.