| I was waiting near Al’s bus after a concert. Al came out, and he looked awful. He looked like he’d been running a marathon all day. He was so tired that I expected him to drop in his tracks. But the crowd pressed up around him, and he didn’t even have the strength to brush them off. “Guys…please…I’m tired…I’m sorry, I can’t sign anything now…” Some idiot came up to him and started badgering him with questions about the next album, in particular if there would be any songs about dogs. Al gave him one of the best amazed-at-your-stupidity looks I’ve ever seen, and he replied “I really can’t tell you that.” Then Al got on the bus and left. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Post-Concert Idiot 03/05/02 |