Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing? “Scat singing.” Really? “Bee-dee-lee-diddly-bop.” Yeah, that’s scat singing. Anyone told you to knock it off yet? “Billy’s been, uh, winging drumsticks at me for a few minutes.” That counts. “But the sweater absorbs most of the blows.” Hell of a sweater, pal. “It might surprise you to hear that–” Someone’s old … Continue reading The Days Of Skull And Roses