Bobby, why is there so much touching?
“Oh, yeah. Blind as a Batman.”
That’s not right, either.
“Since birth. Started out as Little Sammy Hagar. Played harmonica.”
You’re talking about Stevie Wonder, Bobby.
“Not enough people talk about Stevie Wonder.”
True. What is this all about?
“Charity thing. Acoustic dealie. Whole bunch of folks coming out for a good cause.”
“Sammy called and asked. And, you know, I said ‘Sam, you don’t have to ask,’ and he said, ‘But how would you know about the show if I didn’t ask?’ and I said, “Ah.'”
This is a fascinating story.
“And, uh, he continued, ‘And obviously I’m not gonna tell you to do to the show,’ and I said, ‘Yeah, no, that would be rude,’ and Sammy asked what I had for lunch. ‘What did you have for lunch?’ he said, and I said–”
Bobby, please stop recounting your conversation with Sammy Hagar.
“So, now I’m here.”
Cool. Who else is on the bill?
“Those, uh, longhaired young men from Boo Boo and the Jammers.”
The Foo Fighters.
“All right. The guy who played Chewbacca is on drums.”
Nope. That’s Mick Fleetwood, but wow I totally see the resemblance now.
“Sammy Hagar’s here.”
“Who’s the fellow who plays too fast and wears fancy trousers?”
“He’s here. The girl with the high voice and the sad dogs.”
“They should warn you before that commercial comes on.”
“I’ve been, you know, getting frisky with my wife–”
“–and that damned dog dirge comes on and, you know, everyone put your boners away. Oh, and an Eagle is here.”
I don’t care.
“And Sammy Hagar’s here.”
You’ve said that twice already.
“I’m really happy to see him.”