“Aw, hell: them ragamuffins is playing that damn voodoo music again and the ol’ Pig is jus’ tryin’ to find something to do! Rattled my tambourine, drank me some beer, and now I’m whackin’ and crackin’ on these here bongos.”
Congas.
“Don’ matter: I can’t play either of ’em.”
So play the organ.
“I can’t play this nonsense! The Pig’s a bluesman, and these boys makin’ a racket sounds like the soundtrack to a porn flick starring the Devil himself!”
You’re helping, at least.
“These damn things ain’t even miked! I jus’ play it cuz it wouldn’t look right to sit here readin’ a magazine!”
True.
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Pig was a long-time subscriber.
It was a more innocent time, when the Vikings could have four linemen that weighed a total of only 1000 pounds.
You’re lucky to get two and a half linemen per 1000 pounds these days.
Looks like a metal bowl of some type on organ. Still available for purchase at my local Citgo.
Clear the stage, Pig goin full on BOAR.
http://pfco.neptunepinkfloyd.co.uk/band/pigss/picts/pig31-00.jpg
Is that Lt. O’Hura on that cover of Ebony?