“Godammit, Don Was: we don’t have enough musicians onstage to summon the Beast of Al’StA’Jmm – um, I mean, uh, really rock. That’s what I meant. Said. That’s what I said.”
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“Bob, is all of this rigamarole just a ploy to command a demon to do your bidding?
“No.”
“No?”
“Not a demon. Demigod.”
“For Christ’s sake, Bob.”
“Hey, it’s not too late to get Paul Shaffer to lead the band. He owes me a favor.”
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“I’ll get some more drummers.”
“Plus around five more backup singers. And, Don: it would totally be racist to say ‘Get big fat black ladies,’ so I won’t say it.”
“Gotcha.”
“I’ll text it to you.”
“Thanks, Bobby.”
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