“One gig in Long Island and 20 years later I still got smelly white people following me around. Weird-ass music business.”
bob weirbranford marsalisbruce hornsby
January 26, 2015 at 10:43 pm
I give up… Brock Peters?
January 26, 2015 at 10:48 pm
All of them. The people. in the thing. B. Bobby. B. Branford. B. Bruce Hornsby.
Lots B’s. Good. Nice. No more blood and sleep outdoors. War over.
January 27, 2015 at 2:14 am
If you don’t have enough flowers and you have a lot of b’s you get colony collapse disorder. Look out Soldier Fielders!
January 27, 2015 at 1:36 pm
Before Branford accepted Phils initial invitation to sit in w the Dead, he insisted on a private chat with Jerome about that time in 61 that the Black Mtn Boys played a benefit in Harlem in blackface.
January 27, 2015 at 2:20 pm
After tense negotiations, Branford agreed to join his comrades in Chicago.
In return, he gets the rights to turn the Yellow Dog story into a Broadway musical and Weir must eat a live cricket onstage during Little Red Rooster.
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