They were doing Ventures stuff
- instrumental rock. They were
powered by a gas generator be-
cause they were in the middle
of a field. I could hear the sound
of guitar strumming [he strums
the guitar] but I couldn’t quite
make it out because of that gas
generator. So what I heard was
more like this [strums the guitar
while making a muffled whis-
tling sound]. C’mon folks, this is
good shit! You don’t get this just
anywhere. This is Jersey humor
for a Jersey crowd! What the
fuck do you want from me?
I stared at them and said to my-
self, “My God, what is this?”
The next day at Sunday din-
ner… I don’t know how many
of you are Italian here, but my
mom would get up at 6 or 7 in
the morning and start the gravy
right? Sunday was very impor-
tant because not only was my
dad a garbage man, but he
parked cars, was a caddy, and he
was also a cop in Scotch Plains.
These were industrious, hard
working people. My mother had
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every week!
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