Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“Vastly overshooting the carrying capacity of this couch.”
That’s a two-person deal.
“Oh, yeah.”
Can you introduce me to your friends?
“Sure, yeah. I assume you know my potato salad.”
I do.
“And, uh, Ramblin’ Jack.”
I know Ramblin’ Jack.
“Next to him, well, that’s a lady.”
Mm-hmm.
“I’m thinking her name is Gloria.”
No.
“G.”
No, Bobby.
“L.”
Stop it. Her name is not Gloria. She sang Gloria.
“Ah. Then it’s Laura Branigan.”
No, the other Gloria.
“Ah. Then Van Morrison has lost a lot of weight.”
That’s Patti Smith, Bobby.
“Was she a punker? With, uh, the ripped shirts and middle fingers?”
Kinda.
“I admired that genre’s effervescence.”
Sure. And the guy on the end?
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“I’m just gonna be honest: no idea.”
Eric Burdon from The Animals.
“Good for him.”
That is truly a Motley Crew, Patti is a personal favorite of mine, but I like how Eric Burdon is giving a sideways “up yours” hand signal that people in the US think is a peace sign.
I saw Eric Burdon open for the Grateful Dead in (I think it was) ’91 and I snuck into the section right next to the stage. Completely failed to recognize that I was sitting next to Mickey Hart but managed to make an ass of myself when I recognized Billy. He was actually pretty cool about it, but whatever. Patti Smith I didn’t see till the second Bonaroo.
An overfed long haired leaping gnome…
But there I was, High upon a mountaintop , naked to the world.