CELL PHONE NOISE
CELL PHONE NOISE
“Weir here.”
“Bobby! Irving. How are you?”
“Y’know, Irv: woke up this morning and felt super.”
“I see what you did there.”
“What did I do?”
“Anyway. Bob: I got Dead & Company a great show. Big publicity. Huge crowd.”
“You haven’t mentioned the money.”
“It’s a free show.”
“Yeah, huh, about that: no. Well, I mean: the drummers won’t show up. If it’s a real good cause and there’s a private plane and all that then maybe I could go with my acoustic and play some numbers.”
“This is worth it, Bob. Big show!”
“Where?”
“Havana.”
“Illinois?”
“Cuba.”
“There’s a Havana in Cuba, now?”
“Bobby, concentrate. Millions of people. Broadcast around the world. Huge pub, baby.”
“Well, wait: do Cubans know who we are?”
“No. But they know who the Stones are. You’re opening.”
“Opening for the Stones?”
“Yeah.”
“At a free show?”
“Right.”
“Click. Dial tone.”
“Bob, did you just say “click” and “dial tone?”
“Well, you just can’t hang up on people dramatically anymore.”
…
Now if we could only get someone to ‘Shop a Stealie onto that flag. Leapyear, you around?
Maybe get the old manager back together..
That cropped his awesome hat, and ridiculous rings.
Here is his full glory.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Cutler#/media/File:Sam_Cutler.jpg