John Perry Barlow's daughters… Bob Weir on the right.
Weir and Barlow are lifelong friends… maybe that's why one of Barlow's daughters look more like Weir than Weir's actual daughters.
Great song… this is the shittiest version ever recorded. I always loved Lowell George… and the Dead for that matter.
It really is a giant elitist group-think fandom. It used to be different… or maybe it was all a dream I dreamed one afternoon, long ago.
One man gone and another to go… My old buddy you're moving much too slow.
We can share the women we can share the wine.
It used to be a music festival… but those keeping Austin weird have turned this into a faggot-fest.
Fuck off forever.