“The little team-up thing we did? Yeah, big fun. You bet.”
“There’s a G.”
“At the end of the word. Playing in the Band. Truckin’ doesn’t have a G.”
You love writing songs with participles in the name.
“They, uh, might be gerunds.”
Wait: they could just be verbs.
“Doesn’t really matter.”
Nah. BECAUSE YOU PLAYED PLAYING IN THE BAND WITH PHOSH!
When you counted it off, I was like, “What could it be?” and then you went past four. Once you hit five, I was all, “Oh my God, they’re gonna do Estimated.” BUT THEN YOU KEPT GOING UP UNTIL TEN.
“Bit of a giveaway there, yeah.”
Not too many songs in 10/8.
“Well, you know: we did songs in all kinds of weird times. Did one in eleven.”
The Thirteen Jam.
The Seven. Also, the first name of Playing was The Main Ten.
“Uh-huh. What’s your point?”
No point at all.
“Hey, uh: quick question.”
“That was the question. Thanks.”