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.