This might be the only time I can say this: Bill Graham is adorable.
That woman’s hair is crooked.
Those are Ovation guitars, Young Enthusiasts. They were made of polymers and petroleum squeezings, and their backs were big salad bowls made of tacky, thick plastic. They were popular because they were (one of) the first acoustic-electric guitars, which meant they had built-in pickups and you could plug them right into the amp. Before this, you would hold your acoustic guitar in the vicinity of a microphone; this would produce a sound made of 90% feedback, 5% extraneous noise, and 5% music.
Any song you played on an Ovation sounded like Bon Jovi.
That couch is mostly semen and marijuana seeds.
Seven drinks for five people. Sounds like Grateful Dead math.
“Um, excuse me.”
Oh, hey, Bobby. What’s up?
“You seen my beard?”
Look to your left.
And twenty years in the future.
“Ah, there it is.”
Hey, David Gans, author of This is all a Dream we Dreamed. Is that you next to Bobby?