“What the hell was that all about?”
“The band or the lady?”
“I saw their show, man. Over at Winterland in ’77.”
Isn’t this picture from ’72?
“Thank you. So, yeah, it was ’77 because we were doing the Terrapin record. You know the part in Terrapin: BAHHHM-bum, BAAAAHHHMM bum?”
At A Siding.
“That, yeah. We were doing that part, and everybody just kept fucking it up, y’know? And it was a real nice night out, so I walked right outside to get some fresh air.”
And a cigarette.
“Well, yeah, man. Sure. Fresh air.”
“So I go back in, man, and Mickey and the producer are throwing ladders at each other. Like, a lot of ladders. I don’t know where they got them from. And also Phil and Billy had cut open the heads of the tympani, and were sitting in ’em making the crew race ’em up and down the hall. It was a weird scene. I’m not kidding about the ladders. Ten of ’em, easy.”
Plentiful ladders. Was Keith there?
“He was there, but he wasn’t there there, man. Right?”
“And I kinda flashed onto a thought.”
Healthy response. So you went to see Queen. How were they?
“That’s a show, man. Every trick in the book. You know, I dig those big rock and roll band moves, man, but it’s all a bit manipulative in the end. Those cats can play, but that We Will Rock You shit is not for me. Creeped me out, honestly.”
“And the solo, man. The guitarist stood there for, like, ten minutes showing off without anybody else playing.”
You’ve done that.
“When the situation called for it. Not, you know, because it’s that time in the show.”
“But, you know: just different modalities of thought regarding presentation. Kids were eating it up. One song after another, man: boom boom boom. It was exhausting, a little.”
You go back and meet the band?
“Nah. Went back to the studio. You ever hear of an owl cannon?”
A cannon that shoots owls?
No, that’s not a thing.
“Mickey built one.”
You went home?
“I did, yeah.”