Monthly Archives: June 2017

Oteil has probably needed sandpaper to wipe my lipstick off of his ass this tour. I’m typically not much for kissing anyone’s ass but it’s probably justified since he really is the difference maker in the overall energy and impact of the music. Uh oh… He’s gonna need another sheet. I know a lot of people think breathing in Weir’s farts can cure lung cancer but I’m not one of them. Don’t get me wrong, I love Weir but I wouldn’t act like a little girl meeting Justin Beiber if I ran into him. Bob carried the band many a night in Garcia’s darker years and I’m a fan for sure but I’ve been pretty rough on the hairy fucker at times.  I think it’s about time I put some lipstick on Weir’s ass…

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