Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Crushed Velvet

When Tiny Tim would wax eloquent about Nick Lucas and Paul and Paula in the same breath I was always fascinated. How could he know so much? Now I tell tales of Mike Bloomfield showing up with his Les Paul and no case. I laugh about Sam the Sham pinching our singer on the butt as we took his place onstage. I laugh about Speedo dragging me to a party in his room so that the young girls might stay.

I don't know much. Most of what little I do know is about rock'n'roll. It's hard to find me the right seat at your dinner party. My manners are okay, though.

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