The Barman kind of stepped up and played doc for everyone. He had a prescription for everything but I think his favorite was, “Put alcohol on it!” Yep, whiskey WAS the remedy. He knew every prescription needed a refill and he poured a mighty fine glass. He’d have us all singing from our souls every night.
Brother John was a farmer with an eye for the fungus…said he’d “mine the cow brownies and we’ll have tea with supper.” There weren’t many questions but he washed his hands a lot. His bass sounded like thunder in a Texas storm.
Kenny was a skin man. Now, get your minds out of the gutter for a minute folks! There’ll be plenty of time for that later. You ever try to haul drums in a nap sack? Alright then. Imagine what this guy looked like crawling through the grass with a sunburned skull and them drums dragging behind. Hell, we had to take him in!
Then there was Flip. The gypsy in Jesus shoes. I bet the Zigzag guy has a tattoo of him of HIS shoulder! Some folks said he was guitarted but I think he had that restless leg syndrome so bad it spread all the way to his hands. We called it fidget finger…he had it real bad.