I don’t want to be a Household Name, I came to play, I thought you came for the same, and then you went and took your toys away. I guess I’ll never be a Household Name.
Twin reverberations reverb out the door, Baby Lindbergh don’t live here no more. He got less than he requested and provided the rest. When you build up expectations, what do you expect? I saw a man with an amp on Amsterdam Ave standing in the rain trying to hail a cab to take him and his Fender back to his pad, where he can plug in the guitar that he doesn’t have. I don’t mean to intrude, but if you want to have a group, there’s better ways to do it than saying that the group is through. I got the axe and you got the tubes. I guess we’ll leave it at that. I guess we’ll leave it to you.