Guess what song it was. I’ll give you a clue: Weedoo weedle ee boo, wee wee weebiddle wee. Still not sure? Neither am I, but that’s what it sounded like to me. I’m sitting there thinking, I appreciate that he thought of me and I love the guy to death, but how long am I gonna have to hold this phone up pretending I’m enjoying this noise.
Don’t make these calls. And while you’re at it, don’t take a picture with your phone. “Oh dude, check out this picture I got of blue lights and a wildly out of focus guitar player.” Rad!
He just called back and called it possibly “the best concert he’s ever been to.” Stay tuned.