I’m eating dim sum with my friend Danny the guitar maker.
“I’m thinking of going on the road again,” I say, “but the trouble is it costs so much to take a whole cast out on the road, you can’t make any money.”
“You should do a greedy bastard tour,” says Danny.
“A what?”
“A greedy bastard tour. It’s a rock-and-roll term.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, that’s like when you go out first time, you take a full band with a big crew and tons of buses and lots of lighting and fireworks, and it costs a bundle, and you lose a ton. So the next time you go, you do a greedy bastard tour, and it’s just you and a geetar.”
“I love it, that’s it,” I said. “That’s the title: The Greedy Bastard Tour.”
“But what if they don’t get the irony…?”
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Greedy Bastard Tour. I am your Greedy Bastard for tonight…
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Greedy Bastard Tour. I am your Greedy Bastard for tonight…
