“I used to be in a band, Chachi. Gimme another bottle of whatever and a line of something and Uncle Bob’ll tell you all about it.
“Nasty fuckers, we were: tear the tits off a gorilla at a hundred paces, and that was just the first set. Sound of us tuning up was enough to overthrow governments two continents over. The Burma/Myanmar changeover? We did that; never got the press it should’ve.
“We stomped the terra, Chachi–you savvy, you little shit? We were sui generis, not the sweetly generic bullshit that pretends and passes as rock and roll today.
“We made the coolest posters…
“Ah, but hell: it’s show biz.”