Evidencifications part the 24th in the case against Edie Brickell and that one of the wives who wasn’t Mountain Girl (her name is Mahna-mahna or something) was correct in thinking this lady was on the make.
This is from Brickell’s Wikipedia page, about the first time she met her husband-to-be, Paul Simon.
“Even though I’d performed the song hundreds of times in clubs, he made me forget how the song went when I looked at him,” she said with a smile.
She said this about Paul Simon. Paul Simon looks like he should be demanding gold under bridges, only to be ignored: this man resembles an ineffectual troll. In a hair hat.
You think she does that hippie chick scat-improv thing when she does it?
Dod diddly num.
You know what my
butt needs? Your thumb.
Jesus, man. It’s Father’s Day.