I would see that candle flicker brightly when he would do Set List, or come up and do improv. We’d get back to playing like kids. We’d bounce off each other for a little bit, and we’d get access to the old guy again. And then it would start to dim when we’d be hanging out afterwards, at the restaurant. I can’t imagine the weight of it. I can’t even dream of it. I don’t blame him for one damn thing.”
