He was laughing. “You couldn’t even make a session man around here, brother,” he said. “I mean this is rock & roll heaven. We got the King here. And everybody else you ever heard of. What do you think, we let just any hack off the street in here?”
I stretched my axe on the blacktop like a crucified christ. Feedback hissed through the amp. Inside they were playing Rock & Roll Never Forgets. I turned my back on the gate and made my way through the crowd, wondering how long it would take to learn tuba.