Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“Hanging out with my new buddy, Les Maddox.”
Half-right.
“Gregg Maddox.”
You went the wrong way.
“Les Nessman.”
That is not Les Nessman, Bobby.
“Then why is there tape around his desk?”
That is Les Claypool, Bobby. He plays bass.
“And how.”
Hell of a bassist.
“He does that thumpity-bap stuff. Gets all four fingers involved; thumb too. All kinds of wild noises emanate thereof. It’s a scene.”
The man’s got his own style.
“Yeah, I keep finding those kind of bass players. Him, Lesh, Wasserman…they don’t play the instrument correctly. And, uh, I always enjoyed that.”
You even played with Jaco Pastorius once.
“Oh, yeah. That fellow was something. I was thinking about asking him to join Ratdog.”
Why didn’t you?
“Caught him going through my wallet. And, uh, we were on stage at the time.”
Jaco had a lotta personal problems.
“Yuh-huh. Y’can’t have that on the bus.”
No.
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