So sweet of you to spend time with your grandpa.
“This is Eric Clapton.”
Does he tell you war stories and pluck quarters from your ear?
“Not my grandpa.”
He’s racist like a grandpa. You gotta give me that: guy is grandpa-level racist.
“The man happens to be one of the greatest guitarists who’s ever lived.”
…
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
“You’re such a dick.”
He wasn’t even the best guitarist in Derek & the Dominos. He was third-best in the Yardbirds. Also third-best in the Traveling Wilburys.
“Clapton wasn’t in the Wilburys.”
He wasn’t?
“No.”
He could have been, though.
“Oh, sure. Definitely could’ve been. Like, in the next reality over.”
Right. Where they had three British guys and two Yanks, instead of the other way around.
“Townshend.”
Oh, yeah. Pete Townshend definitely was in the Rambling Weatherstone-Bumbleberries.
“Cliff Richard as Roy Orbison.”
Sure. Bowie taking the Dylan part?
“Maybe. Is Garcia in the band?”
Replacing George Harrison?
“Yeah.”
Could be. Ray Davies is in.
“Oh, no doubt. Ray Davies is the linchpin of the Rambling Weatherstone-Bumbleberries. Who does the Jeff Lynne part?”
Don Was.
“We nailed this.”
We did. Is your grandpa asleep?
“He’s not my grandpa. And, yes, he’s snoozing a little.”
Is he talking in his sleep?
“Murmuring.”
Can you make it out?
“Something about rivers of blood.”
Sounds right.
Really? 220 words and no mention of “Slowhand” wearing a necklace with Thanos’s dick?
as a man who sells crystals for a living, let me identify the necklaces charm as a blue kyanite
how tall is josh?
He’s pretty tall, actually. Six-two or three.
You were so nice to Josh here, maybe you are beginning a bromance.
Now I want to hear that thing with Ray Davies . . .