Also, when Bill Walton plays a portable xylophone, he plays that sumbitch. Look at the concentration. Trombonist behind him is fucking around on her phone; Bill Walton is having his sweaty way with the moment. Bill Walton makes love to life.
Be like Bill Walton. (Not the injuries. Kid behind Bill was like Bill Walton in the bad way; don’t do that. Just be joyful and open to experience.)


Glockenspiel me back home.
He is totally playing the glockenspiel part from little wing, but nobody else gets it.
“Lady finger…….”
Wow, the old glockenspiel really has a special place in the annals of Psychedelia.