There is a turntable by the soundboard and they are playing something horrible by Black Sabbath. For me that would be anything by Black Sabbath. I remember as metal emerged in the 70s how I dismissed it. I still don’t have any love there.
I understand these young guys find it amazing and ironic. That’s how I might describe my love of Burt Bacharach or maybe they just shouldn’t be compared.
Promoter guy tells me we’ll wait 10 minutes before you start. I think every promoter in my life has always said that to me. I ask the sound-man if I could change the vinyl? I look through and pick out three things. Jackie Wilson, Smokey Robinson and 77 by Talking Heads. I go to the bar.
bartender: (sings) here comes a clue
me: (sings) if you are really smart you’ll know what to do
bartender smiles realizing we both know the early Talking Heads.
me: he’s a great artist.
bartender: yes. the first 5 albums are an amazing run.
me: the 5th one would be the live record?
bartender: nope speaking in tongues. 1rst is 77, 2cnd more songs about buildings and food, 3rd remain in light, 4th fear of music-
me: no. fear of music is the third.
bartender: no remain in light is the third one
me: no. sorry. fear of music
bartender: uh uh remain in light.
me: it was 1979, fear of music.
bartender indifferently sways head to say no.
me: dude i was there.
bartender: (pauses and looks at the ceiling doing a math equation) oh right! fear of music was the third one.