He soared. Adding more, in all honesty, than I would in the subsequent verses. He found that lonesome, lost sound that mirrored the mood and sad beauty in those haunting Prine words. I was a bit gobsmacked and I think he was, too, at me giving him such a long solo, I barely knew him at the time.
I am a sideman to you boys.
I am a sideman to my dear wife, Marci.
I’ve been a sideman to friends and musicians, chefs and CEOs, infants and the infirmed, priests and roofers.
There's always more, isn't there? Years ago, over ten I'd say, Marci had this mouse pad made for me. It's Zack holding the water fountain on as Nick gets a drink, they later reversed roles.
It's nice to have a sideman, ain't it boys?