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…and now, some of the people we met on our band tour.
Abraham Smolensk-Fortinbras, who fixed the van’s flat tire just outside of Poughkeepsie.
Berka Zdislava Saintmeister, the band’s first and most loyal groupie.
Chester Crawfish, school mascot at our performance at Halle Berry High School.
Dr. Douglas D’Artagnan, always willing to issue certain, err, “prescriptions” at a moment’s notice.
Ed the Head … who thought it was going to be a Grateful Dead concert.
Florence Buzzcocks - radio secretary who managed to mis-schedule us in Austin, TX seven times, keeping us from getting on the air at all.
Gloria F’Tang Neewom- The bus driver that took us the long way around. Every time.
H. Ross Perot, who hired us for a campaign rally and insisted on playing bongos during the opening number.
Imogene Wulfenbach, who provided sign language interpretation for us along the California coastline until she was eaten by a shark.
Jeremiah Jones, the roadie who got fired for repeatedly peeing from the lighting truss during the drummer’s solo.
Kyle Broflovski, that kid who had a thousand questions. He wasn’t so bad, but his Mom was a bitch. A big, fat, bitch. Maybe the biggest, fattest bitch in the whole wide world.
Larry, the hotel clerk - HE knew some babes.
Maria Consuella Anna Lucinda Juanita Rodriguez, the real reason burpo didn’t want to go to Mexico City!
Nadia Gontadoa- She was such a prude!
Oh Heavenly Donuts - a staple when we play Waco.
Patrick Fitzpatrick - unfavorable reviewer for the Tulsa Times who tried to keep us from entering the town
Quincey Jones wanted 12 FREE tickets, the bum!
Rachelle Mountjoy kept wanting buddha_david to meditate on her, er, “navel”.
Sachmo, the tour cat.