Monday, March 12, 2012
Back in my day, bands would rent a storefront on busy streets. The windows would have curtains but the windows would be left wide open for passerby's to watch us play. Hopefully someone might discover you. Such as a manager who more often than not would look like Don King. We ended up with a manager. He didn't look like Don King, he looked more like a butler with a pimp hat. He was legally blind. He got us enough work to buy a van. Then he left town with our van. "Anybody notice a black, blind, butler with a pimp hat driving south in a blue van?"