Hey, Bobby. “Look, it’s Slash.” No. “Smosh.” What? “Shamalamadingdong.” Sting. His name is Gordon Sumner, and he goes by Sting. “Not ringing any bells.” He opened for the Dead. “Apparently, so did the Violent Femmes, whoever the hell they are. So, you know: you’re gonna have to narrow it down a bit more than that.” … Continue reading Don’t Stand So Close To Bobby