“Hey.”
Aw, no. No. Not talking to you, Woody Hayes.
“Not him. Me.”
I’m quite certain I haven’t been introduced to the backing band.
“Not the band.”
…
Please don’t say–
“It’s me, Red Metal Chair.”
–that you’re Red…motherfucker.
“Don’t suppose you’ve seen my cousin.”
Red Metal Stool? No, not for a while. Bobby can stand upright now for more than ten minutes.
“Yeah. He’s out of work!”
Sad.
“Started drinking. I think he’s into the pills, too.”
Where’s he getting pills from?
“Bobby.”
Sure.
“He’d need a stool of his own. But, you know: he’s real solid on the ground.”
Sure. How’s it working for Woody?
“Same as always. Storage for eight months, spend the summer in various fields around the country.”
Does he really hibernate?
“Oh, yeah. Sleeps in between festival seasons. Around September 1st, he’ll start guzzling down 10,000 calorie smoothies, put on 150 pounds, plug up his butthole with stolen merch, and then it’s lights out for 2/3rds of a year.”
I didn’t know humans could do that.
“You’re an adaptable species.”
True.
“Seriously, though: could you look for my cousin? His mom’s worried.”
His mom?
“Red Metal Couch.”
Sure. I’ll look. Hey, what song are they playing?
“The one where he sings all growly and solos for twenty minutes.”
Oh, that one.
“Gig’s a gig.”
I hear ya.
Warren?
No, I’m TotD.
Well played, sir. Well played.
?
Red metal…Barrier?
red on the outside, red on the inside, red for life, metal always.
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In just about an hour we get to see someone sing SunRise !!! the Donna Jean masterpiece. They are doing all of T-Station
I am hoping for Ann Wilson from Heart to sing Donna Jeans part.
Gazing at the fire….
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