Weir here.
Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“Tuning up for the big TV spot. Gonna be on Carson.”
Nope.
“Leno?”
Nuh-uh.
“Is Josh Meyers guest-hosting again?”
Jimmy Fallon.
“Who?”
Yeah, that’s about the only right answer to that. He’s a little drunken giggler. Plays beer pong with his guests so he doesn’t have to have a conversation like a grown-up.
“Ah. Must have missed the announcement.”
Bobby, why are you tuning up? The show’s not for, like, seven hours.
“Well, you know: I can either tune now, or do it while we’re supposed to be playing like usual.”
Now’s good.
“Yup.”
One more question: how many songs you guys doing?
“Um. Just, uh, the one.”
One song?
“That’s the way these things work.”
Then why do you need so many doodads?
“If I didn’t bring them, how would people know I played guitar?”
You’re holding one.
…
“Sometimes, you don’t get it, man.”
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