Hey, there, Birthday Boy.
“Yeah, yeah.”
One more orbit.
“Better than the alternative.”
True. How old are you now?
“Most of me is 78. Liver’s around 40.”
Do anything special today?
“Me and Jill woke up early, did the P90X.”
You love that.
“It combines fitness with fun.”
Sure.
“Met the whole family for lunch.”
Where did you go?
“TXR. I had a whole batch of scallops that was about to go bad.”
Prudent.
“And tonight I got a show, and then after that is gonna be some birthday sexy time.”
Nice.
“Weir gave me some sex gum he got from Billy.”
I hear that’s good stuff.
“Double-duty, too. Gives you a boner and freshens your breath.”
God bless America.
“Yeah, why not?”
Happy Birthday Phil!
I think it’s noteworthy that as his bass’ strings has INCREASED, the sheer amount of Bullshit/Numbers of Dials on his instruments has commensurately DECREASED.
But then again, just for the bass lines he laid down on Crosby’s “Laughing” and “The Wall Song,” he’d already be among the Coolest cats in the musical landscape of my teenager hood.