Hey, Billy.
“Ass! Looky where Billy is!”
Stones show?
“Yeah. Never saw ’em before.”
You shared a bill at Altamont.
“Alta-what?”
We’re playing this game?
“Listen: common wisdom is that Altamont was 100% the Stones’ and the Angels’ fault.”
The Dead could’ve stopped it.
“Who are we: the fun police?”
Altamont was fun?
“Was for me. Helicopter rides.”
Great. You a Stones fan, Bill?
“I’m a heterosexual white American baby boomer?”
Yes.
“Then you know the answer to that. The Stones were the last band that everybody loved. Zeppelin was for the meat heads, we were for the drugfaces, The Eagles were for people with shitty taste in music, you know what I mean. Things got fractious.”
Yeah. Bill?
“Sure?”
How come they’re still touring and you guys could barely keep it together for a fortnight?
“Well, both of their Garcias are still alive.”
Good point.
“Plus, Phil isn’t in that band.”
He might say the same about you.
“No ‘might’ about it.”








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