Can? Aw, holy crap! I saw those cats back in ‘73. Maybe, ‘72. Who knows, before you were born, your Dad probably remembers. I had hair down to here, kiddo! Seriously.
I was backpacking through Europe, saw them jammin’ in Amsterdan for free. I mean, they weren’t playing for free, I’m sure they sold tickets somewhere, but nobody cared back then, that’s just the way it was. So much cooler.
Hey sport, you heading to the fridge? What? No, you don’t need a…yeah, twist-offs. Right on, dog. What, people say ‘dog’ still, I just heard it on TV. Hey, mute that while you’re up? Can’t find the…okay, cool. So Can, they were German and…aww, this part kicks, turn it up!
Nah, I” take care of it, don’t worry about it. Oh yeah, so I’m in the front row, and they get to this part here, and I guess the dude next to me thinks the Chinese guy’s saying, “You just don’t care ’bout your balls,” ’cause he looks real sad all of a sudden and starts yelling, “I do! I do care about my balls, Danno Suzuki!” It was hilarious. I don’t know kiddo, I didn’t ask, but he was bogarting, whatever it was.
Yeah, Suzuki was the Chinese guy. Asian, sorry. The other guy that came later and him, that’s what that band you like named themselves… yeah, The Mooney Suzuki. That Paul Mooney could wail, man. Not that comic…this dude. See, I told ya you’d dig this! Hey, just don’t tell your Mom about that stuff on my Frisbee, okay? Cool.
Is there a picture that’s supposed to go with this? Holmes, if this story is supposed to be in 1st person, I think you weren’t even born in ‘72, right? And what, may I ask, is on the frisbee, hmmmmm?