||So I called Tom Ridge. He was just coming out of the Argon, muttering something along the lines of "That Irish bastard with the funny glasses - I'll slit his fuckin' throat!" He is in agreement with me - "My sources say Ronnie Wood is the man to beat on this tour, Oh Uncultured Juvenile Child Of Jumbled Letters. Any concern on whether or not he was sober should be turned to whether or not he can keep it up. So far so good, but it is very early on."
"So, Tom," I say, "What about Philly? What're we going to see at the arena?"
"Workin' on it!" he growls. "Any information you or your little network of one-handed typists can drag up on what they've been rehearsing on the road would be much appreciated."
"Damn straight, boy! But I'd like some confirmation."
"Give us a glimmer?"
"Very clever. Now fuck off - I just saw Lisa Fischer and I need to move off the street before I start taking up a seperate standing space, if you know what I mean."
He then hung up.
So... I put the question to the 'league of one-handed typists' - anyone know what they've been rehearsing?
-tSYX --- Hold you baby close to me!