Last time out, Cub Tracks shot the breeze instead of the piano player. Today is a turkey shoot instead of a funky chicken. Spatchcock that bird, Josh says. Don’t stuff it. Take the backbone out and put it on the grill. Or in the smoker, which is the best way unless you have a HUGE pair of tongs.
I must have seen that band a hundred times back in the day, when they’d open for the people that didn’t hire Head East. Never did like them very much, but Gary could play.