Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything.
We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show.
Who wants to be Dinah Shore Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore
Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time. Yawn...yawn..yawn.
Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time.
I want to tell you a story about the last time I was in Portland.
The night before we played at the Long Goodbye.
I was walking on the street about 10:30 at night.
A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night.
And well, I was walking along when suddenly these jocks in this
bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires,
everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid,
right. Well, they drove up to me
and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, 'Hey, faggot,'
and showered me with some water.
So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads and picked up a rock.
Now, I waited, walked down about a block to
where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside,
and sure enough they drove around again.
They said, 'Hey, faggot, where's the nearest McDonald's' I said,
'I don't know' and they squirted me again.
So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their giant Hot Wheels car.
They screached to a halt in the parking lot of some department store,
who's name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer,
and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling,
'We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you,
So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside,
held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door
to the phonebooth. So they began charging the phonebooth,
beating on it with their club, yelling,
'We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you,
you god damn faggot.' I just looked at them.
So, there was a crowd gathering by this time
and these kids were standing nearby and they said,
'Oh, look at him, he's insane.' I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out.
I yelled at them, 'Take me to a mental hospital right away.
I wanna be be put away.
Please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put me away.
Please put me away now.'
They said, 'Alright, faggot, we're calling the police.' So they called the police.
The cop comes out and I go, ah, my savior, I'm away from these jocks.
He opens up the door, 'Get out of there, you,'
throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves me in the back.
Then he goes over to the jocks, 'Now what happened here
It looks like we're going have to take him to jail
but we got to have the full story first'
So the jocks, who had an ace in the hole, ace in the hole
Take down on the bass, a little bit down on the bass. Yeah,
ace in the hole, and they go, 'Well, goddammit,
the motherfucker put a dent in my truck, a $5000 truck, right,
so I got my club, I went out and I wanted to kill him.
I want to kill him. Let me kill him, goddammit.
Let me kill him.'
So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home,
and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence.
And I thought, so this is Oregon, huh Tolerent Oregon
Ray, are you done with your guitar yet He isn't done yet.
So what else do you want to hear, I'm out of stories.
That's a true story, too. Just ask Bruce Loose.