Bob Weir, The Lorax and You

I was in attendance at the Fare Thee Well shows much covered in the mainstream media, and some random guy started talking to me during some interval. His female friends were going on about how sexy Bobby still was with his beard and stache, and he leans in to me:

“Have you seen the Lorax mixed with Bob’s face?”

I said no, but some things strike immediately. When I got home I googled. But nothing. So I tried it just to make sure. Thank god I studied graphic design in college.

A cheap gaff? A strong and terrifying statement about environmentalism? I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. Let it grow. Wide and clear. Listen to the thunder shout I am, I am, I am the Lorax.

Mr. Thoughts on the Dead. I know we have had words. But now that you have been deigned an anonymous genius by the New Yorker, you are constantly in my thoughts. Fame is destroying you. But this. This is something you must see. You are the zeitgeist now. You old Once-ler man, you.