05
Aug
2011
L-L-Let’s See That Again!
I know, I know, you were restless last night. Sure, you got your bi-weekly fix of a post on cash balances, but yet something was missing. Eventually, at 3am, you realized what it was: You really wished you could have seen my Neil Diamond performance from a better angle. And, you were dying to see the delivery of my initial joke.
Sleep easy, friend:
My son just watched that (for the first time). He said, “Daddy, if you were going to sing that again, I wouldn’t watch it. You sing it longer than the guy on the radio.”
But at least he didn’t accuse me of being pitchy.
My dad loved Neil Diamond. You put a lot a heart into that (or was it beer?).
David, no joke, my dad literally played with Neil Diamond. (I forget the exact details, but it was like Diamond’s scheduled backup band fell through, and they were scrambling at the last minute to get some guys to back up Diamond, and my dad’s band’s agent was in the right place at the right time.) It was before he was huge, but he was big enough that my dad knew to get his autograph. It was a piece of paper saying, “Pat, you’re a gas, Neil.” (Apparently that was like being “bad” in the ’80s.)
And yes, I was working on about 7 Heinekens at that point. Mind you, it’s tough to just go up on stage and belt out one song from idle.
Cool. What’re the odds? I’m significantly older than you so I remember what “gas” meant in the vernacular of the time, even though I was too young at the time to use it credibly.
Is “Pay” a nickname or is it short for Payton?
Typo, should have been “Pat.”
Give it up for the Bernank
In this video one can hear people actually laughing at your remarkable singing. Pearls before swine, Bob. Pearls before swine.
I drink in such scorn, English Bob. Remember your reaction, ten years from now, when I’m touring with David Hasselhoff.
Bob,
I haven’t had a chance to listen yet, but you look like a bad ass in the YouTube preview screen.