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29/09/2009 05:10:22 AM -0400
A long time before this flight & during another flight, I remembered one
of my favorite flights. When, en route from Amsterdam, Bill gripped my
forearm tightly mouthing, Agent, then in half conversation on a phone
from the headrest in front, he slowly and in this order said, 7:20, no,
yes, okay, kay, no, on time, what time is Scarlet arriving, okay, then
looked at me smiling & saying, no it's been a good flight, okay bye. We
had met in a little bar in Amsterdam three nights before. The band and I
were there drinking after a show, a show where we had played to an empty
room not including the staff. Not that anyone had made a conscious
decision not to come, it was just that they had made a conscious
decision to go somewhere else and anyway no one knew who we were yet.
Bill had wandered over from the bar towards our table which was banked
by a low red leather sofa. Chimp the drummer told Bill to fuck off, that
it was a private party man. I thought to myself how the conversation had
become too business orientated & introspective to be a party so I said,
hey Chimp cool it man, he can stay, so he did, we all did, we stayed
drinking, smoking and laughing till way past dawn & then into the next
night & then just when the second dawn appeared, I said so which one of
us is Fast Eddy & which one is Preacher & which one is George C Scott &
which one is Minnesota Fats? Patty took a long toke and said Bill is
Fats 'cause you look beautiful Fats all pink & puffed up like a ball,
Bill pulled a big smile mimed washing his hands & then looked over at
Chimp who had chosen to become George C Scott & in his turn Chimp said,
stick with him Fats this kid's a loser. I turned to Jelly & said what
did he just say Charlie? Jelly said nothing and just burst into tears
saying I can't remember my lines we all laughed and kissed and stroked
her until she stopped. Then Bill looked over at the girls behind the bar
& said, Hey Preacher go down the street & get me a bottle of J&B, we all
laughed and said in unison preacher get me two. A street cleaner drove
past so we left.......
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