I had a day off one time in the 90s touring Germany, I was alone on the Reeperbahn, outside Grosse Freiheit, on the marquee: tonight Fela Kuti. I didn’t know enough about him. I didn’t go, my loss. The guy in the sauna was from Nigeria, when I realized that I told him my story. He understood what a wrong choice I made but soon told me about the music of Fela’s sons and we talked about the Ginger Baker movie. Unfortunately he did that thing so many people once they get friendly…shared conspiracy theories. One minute we’re on the same page about music the next he’s explaining Obama’s addiction to cocaine. There was a student I taught who told me Prince was murdered by his former record company. I asked how he knew and he said everyone knows like I’m a an out of touch grandpa and he feels sorry for me. My two favourite conspiracy theories are the afterlife and being up to industry standards to get airplay.