Tag: matt jaffe

“And, uh, that’s why you can’t date either of my daughters. They’re off the market since that traveling salesman’s car broke down in front of the A-frame. Nothing but hijinks that evening.”

“I don’t wanna date your daughters, Bobby. I’m in the band.”

“Ah. I see it now. You’ve cut and dyed your hair.”

“I’m not Jeff Chimenti, Bobby.”

“Most people aren’t. Vast majority of the population, in fact. No one in all of China is Jeff Chimenti, and there’s a billion of ’em. Those kinda odds, you’d figure there’d be three or four Jeffs over there, but not one.”

“Matt. My name is Matt. I’m in the band that’s playing Sweetwater tonight.”

“I know that place.”

“You own it.”

“Your statement doesn’t preclude mine.”

“Yeah, true. When did you decide to buy the place?”

“My, uh, accountant actually made that decision for me. At a certain point, it became financially smarter to buy the joint than to pay my bar tab.”

“I feel like I’m learning a lot about the music industry.”

“Me, too.”

Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“I guess I’m doing one of those fantasy camp deals.”

No.

“Always managed to avoid ’em. God bless the Deadheads for that. There were some lean years, but ticket sales were never so bad I had to jam with randos.”

It’s a bit disheartening. But that’s not what you’re doing. That is a young man named Matt Jaffe. He was playing Sweetwater, and you were there getting drunk, so you jammed with his band.

“That sounds like me. Gosh, he’s young. Shouldn’t he be playing an app?”

Kids still play guitar, Bobby.

“Yeah, well, maybe. Tell you one thing: I dunno if I trust his haircut.”

Me, either.