Thoughts On The Dead

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CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Weir here.”

“Bobby! Irving. How are you?”

“Y’know, Irv: woke up this morning and felt super.”

“I see what you did there.”

“What did I do?”

“Anyway. Bob: I got Dead & Company a great show. Big publicity. Huge crowd.”

“You haven’t mentioned the money.”

“It’s a free show.”

“Yeah, huh, about that: no. Well, I mean: the drummers won’t show up. If it’s a real good cause and there’s a private plane and all that then maybe I could go with my acoustic and play some numbers.”

“This is worth it, Bob. Big show!”

“Where?”

“Havana.”

“Illinois?”

“Cuba.”

“There’s a Havana in Cuba, now?”

“Bobby, concentrate. Millions of people. Broadcast around the world. Huge pub, baby.”

“Well, wait: do Cubans know who we are?”

“No. But they know who the Stones are. You’re opening.”

“Opening for the Stones?”

“Yeah.”

“At a free show?”

“Right.”

“Click. Dial tone.”

“Bob, did you just say “click” and “dial tone?”

“Well, you just can’t hang up on people dramatically anymore.”

4 Comments

    • Thoughts On The Dead

      March 1, 2016 at 2:49 pm

      Now if we could only get someone to ‘Shop a Stealie onto that flag. Leapyear, you around?

  1. Maybe get the old manager back together..

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