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Dubbing the Replacements “America’s inebriate counterpart to the Smiths,”
Suddenly, Westerberg grabbed Berg’s leg, pulled off his boot, and poured a beer in it. “He drank out of my shoe, slammed it down, and said, ‘You’re our man!’”
Westerberg went to the restroom, and there he realized that he’d suggested that Ray Charles sing “They’re Blind.” “It didn’t even occur to me,” he said sheepishly. “Not one of my finer moments.”
Westerberg took a deep breath and gave his answer: “No—no, we don’t play malls.”
Dylan suddenly materialized on the studio floor. “He just walked in and started talking to the band,” recalled engineer Clif Norrell. “He was saying, ‘My kid loves you; my son’s really into your band.’ You could see their eyes light up, and then Dylan goes: ‘You’re R.E.M., right?’”
Nirvana sounds to me like Boston with a hair up its ass.”
“I was helping coach my son’s basketball team,” recalled Westerberg. “I had this SpongeBob [Square-pants] hat on, and this kid came up to me and said, ‘Why are you wearing that? That’s not cool. You’re supposed to be cool. You’re a rock star.’ And I was like, ‘I’m the coach, dude. Go do a lap.’ If I’m here, I’m not Steven fucking Tyler, y’know?”
