I’m kind of amazed that the Grateful Dead’s Bob Weir is the best paid singer in the world. Even among Deadheads, there is a kind of love/laugh at relationship with Weir. He’s always been a little ridiculous in an adorable kind of way. But we ultimately do love him.
Here is Bobby being simultaneously ridiculous and adorable from the heyday of my time on tour.
Now I have to check out the Bob Weir Seduction fashion line.
You’ve been played, dude. Mediamass is a satire site. Go read the article again and click on the “this story seems to be false” link to have ’em explain it to you…
No shit. What tipped it off for you?
Please don’t respond to emails from former Nigerian officials with funds to transmit.
Okay, but someday I am going on one of those National Review cruises.
“What tipped it off for you?”
When they referred to him as a singer.
I’m still waiting for my season tickets to the San Francisco Angels who actually play their home games in Bolinas.
There are so many fake sites (the Onion, Newslo, et al) that these days it’s hard to tell truth from fiction. (I’ve had it happen to me).
With that bushy stache and beard: if Bob Weir had a sash across-his-chest, it’d have to read “Father Time”.
Speaking of wild tales, Ben Stein hasn’t taken the sandbucket challenge yet.
h/t digby
Am I missing something? Did they find Darren Wilson swinging from a tree somewhere?
Maybe someone should have a heart-to-heart with Stein and other conservatives (maybe even Clarence Thomas) and let them know exactly what those old time lynchings actually involved.
In fact, they were a lot like the treatment of some Massachusetts Stamp Tax collectors by the Tea Party that the right so idolizes. And just a Jack Bauer notch up from CIA treatment in secret US-contracted prisons.
heh.
i’ve already had to chastise one friend today on facebook, on an unrelated subject, not to believe something so hard that you forget to google.
we’re all susceptible to it, especially with subjects we’re passionate about.
case in point: booman’s a longtime deadhead. a story like this validates his attachment to them, especially since hippie megamillionaires are a poke in the eye to the other more conventional and soul-sucking occupations elbowing for room at the top of the economic food chain. of course it would be cool if it were true …
aye, there’s the hook.
The article says he has a lucrative endorsement deal with CoverGirl.
Bob Weir plays (when he’s not whacked out on painkillers) in a band that plays in tiny venues.
The article is ludicrous on its face.
I was just having some fun with it.
heh.
“heyday of my time on tour”.
Did you tour with the Dead?
yes, I did. I saw shows from 1984-1990. I toured with them in 1987-1989, and ultimately saw about eighty Dead shows and over 100 Dead-related shows.
What did you do as you toured with them? Interesting time, I am sure.
Well, what happens on tour stays on tour, dataguy, as I am sure you can understand.
Some of our legal activities involved making silkscreen tie-die shirts and selling them. Also, even though we weren’t yet 21, we sold A LOT of beer.
I’m not looking for the diary version, just the stuff you put on postcards to Mom.
So, you were doing souveneirs. Cool. I’m not a Dead fan, but I am sure that this was a fun fun fun time. In lots and lots of ways.
I still love that song.
I usually liked the Bob songs better at shows because (with the exception of “Looks like Rain”) they tended to rock more
Now I have a hankering for a WeirBurger.