| I was at another Al concert. I don’t know which tour this one came from…I’m thinking one that never took place. Anyway, the band performed nothing that they’d ever performed before. A whole HOUR of new songs! Bliss! The audience was seated at tables, like at a comedy club. I was at a table that was right up next to Al. During one of the songs, Al picked up a saxophone and handed it to me. I stood up on the table and wailed away on it. After my awesome solo, Al took the sax back and said “Pretty good!” “Pretty good, considering I don’t play the saxophone,” I shot back. It’s not nice to sass Al. As punishment, I suddenly found myself in the very back of the room, right in front of a big fat man with a stereo. Al was up on stage, telling us how he’d saved his own life, when this meathead starts blaring Albuquerque on his stereo. I couldn’t hear Al! It was so loud that I couldn’t even get the guy’s attention to ask him to shut it off. Al walked off the stage just as I heard Jim’s little laugh at the end of Albuquerque. I figured the guy would be done playing his stereo now, so I was VERY happy and I settled back to listen to Al. The music started up. A girl sitting next to me leaned over and asked, “Is that Fat?” “No…it’s Moose In My House.” I glared at the guy behind me, who was blaring the song in question. The roadies, who were standing near us and could tell that we were really upset, decided that they should do something to make us feel better. One roadie, who looked like Suzanne, handed us a huge basket of chocolate and said “Dig in!” My Take On It Next Dream |
| Sassy Saxophone 04/13/02 |