Atlanta, Memphis, Chicago… Most of them could sing big and loud, and a few of them were very sexy, you know, and could do the cooing thing like Diana Ross. There was one in Chicago who looked like Diahann Carroll, whom I personally always liked. Sweet as pie too—I bought her a drink after her set and she sat with us for a while. At the end of every night I’d ask Nev, “You like her?” and every night he’d shake his head no.
