|Bootsy Collins Getting Down!!!|
The Chinese water torture of the the tambourine player was followed with an elixir of the living-legend him self...Stanley Clark!. The torture known as "crappy music" was not felt in vain, for the reward was front row seating with the master...to yet, once again, finding myself flabbergasted at the unusual site witnessed several hours later, after the show...I had left my VW Vanagon bus unattended, with the sliding door WIDE OPEN!!! My stand up bass, my equipment, exposed to the world of thieves and derelicts…and yet not a single parking ticket, pack of matches, or empty Taco Bell bag was missing (maybe it was the power of God because I did park my bus at a church that night).
I waited for K-Dowg (Kevin) to pick me up at a local gas station. I had a guitar with me, was broke, and bored…so…I waited at the gas station by the freeway, and played to pass the time away. Kevin showed up about an hour later, which probably would have been right about the same time the police would have showed up to escort me off the property. The clerk who ran that ARCO by that on ramp and I have a long standing rivalry, and his goatee rivalled my side burns. For this reason, we were sworn enemies. He also resented the fact that people would go into his station, buy gas, and then proceed to buy me beer, as a token of appreciation for my “busking” skills and superior cheer as an entertainer.
"Wait Wylie, is that them or a recoding?"
"Oh brother, I saw that movie PCU like 80 TIMES NOW, every one questions what they are hearing at first...IT'S REAL BROO!!! NOW FUNK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!"