George:
Yes, by golly---
They're trying to communicate with me!
Quickly, men! Bring me a keyboard! I'm going to play various chords,.
tonic tones...chromatic scales and odd combinations of pitch and rhythm...in
an effort to break through...
Why do these things always happen in the middle of a gig?
Good Gawd, J'awl! The aliens have got our good man James Brown, and they
refuse to let him dance...what kind of creature could be so cold?
Good Gawd! They want to trade him for Lefty Z. Lefty, how long you reckon
it'll take you to pack up all your guitars, pedals, switches, cases, snacks,
beers, extra clothing and the knick-knacks you've set about the stage
to make it more homey? Time is of the essence!
Lefty Z: George, to save James
Brown I can do it in under three hours. Is there time for a meal?
George: Good Gawd, J'all! Lefty, have a
meal but leave the knick-knacks. Deal?
Lefty Z: Deal, my dear fellow.
Done!
Hit the BACK button to escape, because it's very
clear to me that nobody is going anywhere...Not if they expect
Lefty to leave the knick-knacks...}