Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“Karate.”
I see that.
“I’m up to six invisible planks of wood.”
Wow.
“It’s all in the hips.”
Sure. Has Jay Lane always been that size?
“Oh, yeah. It’s, uh, hell feeding him.”
I’ll bet. You got yourself a lady Wolf Bro, huh?
“Yup, yup. She’s a hell of a bass player.”
Any idea what her name is?
“No. None whatsoever. But, you know, she’s easy to pick out of a crowd.”
Distinctive hair.
“Girl’s got curls.”
Tal Wilkenfeld.
“And, uh, Alaikum Salaam to you.”
No, that’s the young woman’s name.
“Good for her.”
I was counting on guests when I bought my tickets, so I am glad this is turning out as a guest-fest
Tal Rules.
Saw Tal sit in with the Brothers about 10 or so years ago. Fiercest Liz Reed. Love her.
a chip off the old chop
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlx3ay8dELQ
Puffy Infidels Ampeg Bob hepped Bobby to this schtick. we won’t here the end of it.