Not pictured: Billy, accusing the guitar of “stealing our guitars’ jobs and impregnating decent American banjos,” which is both awful and inane.
Bobby didn’t know how he got roped into a photo with the touring keyboardist for Winger and the son of a mid-level Israeli arms dealer, but he wasn’t happy about it.
Phil, being not only prudent but also believing that cameras steal your soul, has never taken any nude photographs. He has, though, commissioned at least a dozen oil portraits of himself wearing nothing but a farmer’s tan and a satisfied grin.
The paintings hang in the dining room of Terrapin Crossroads and they simply horrify all children and most adults and some senior citizens.
A man’s decision to tuck or not is a window into his soul.
From Halloween sometime in the sixties, we see Mrs. Donna Jean in her Cousin It costume.
Every time Bobby looked down, he would shout “Wait: we’re fucking opening?” and it took a while to calm him down.
Garcia got fat in ways mere mortals hadn’t even considered. Who gets chubby wrists?
Aw, look at Brent over there trying to be handsome at the camera and Bobby’s all, “No, kid: only give ‘em 3/4ths of your handsome.
TotD makes a long-awaited return trip to the Museum of Terrible Dead Art, where he is a patron and is therefore entitled to free entry on Tuesdays, one free cup of coffee a month, and two-for-one passes to the laser show, which has not been built yet.
Multiple levels of patronage are available, and the Museum is always looking for donors.
Gold members get free access to the exhibits after…
In response to the current Ebola epidemic in West Africa, Mickey called the UN and offered to put together a non-profit group, Drummers Without Borders, to help in any way he could. His calls were not returned.
Billy left a drunken message late one night claiming to represent Drummers Without Trousers and then he started ranting about the Lichtensteinians and threatening to “punch that…
First rule in being an aging guitarist: try not to look like one of the goober dads at Rock and Roll Camp.
In much quieter and more insidious ways, Bobby’s shirt is far worse than Phil’s. But, not really.
The ony excuse for this shirt is that at Phil’s feet is a bag containing his actual clothes, which were cut off at the emergency room.