Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Diamonds On The Soles Of His Birkenstocks

Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“Poncho time.”

Uh-huh. What else?

“Well, uh, I’m doing a little duet with Paul Simon. I don’t know if you know this, but–”

He’s not your best friend, Bobby.

“–he’s my best friend.”

I thought Jimi Hendrix was your best friend.

“He never calls.”

Sure.

“Me and Paul are tight, even though neither of us have ever mentioned it, or performed together, or even been seen in the same room.”

If you insist.

“He’s kinda my Garfunkel.”

Don’t say that to him. He’s prickly.

“I think you’ve got him confused with James Taylor. Paul Simon is known throughout the music industry as a caring, generous, warm-hearted man.”

He is not.

“I may be thinking of Simon LeBon.”

Maybe.

“Who is also my best friend.”

Sure.

1 Comment

  1. Hungry like the Wolf Brothers.

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