For most of the Spring Tour in ’78, Bobby insisted he had become a Were-Weir. That is, every full moon, he would “Weir out” and be SOOO MUCH MORE BOBBY and they should probably lock him up for everyone’s safety. Grrrrrr. Everyone ignored him except Mrs. Donna Jean, who porked him.
Also, getting him out of his room on those couple days was tedious:
“Bobby?”
…
“Bobby?”
“Say it like I told you.”
“Bobby.”
“SAY IT!”
“Where Were-Weir?”
“Here!”
It was enough to drive a man to drink.
These were the days of watching slide guitar practice on stage…for which many have lost the upper registers of hearing…say what???
The Admiral’s Scrambled Eggs M.O.P. inlay all over that guitar makes me nuts. That and the mix of Gibson “Top Hat” volume and tone knobs and generic Radio Shack units. O.K., so they were “liberated” from Wally Heider’s junk drawer…
I always liked the embroidery stuff: made it look fancy.