Meeting up with my good friends Joe Spencer and James Tabb, guitarist and drummer respectively, of the world famous Bernhauser, at the Cat and Fiddle on sunset in LA. A normally wonderful place with a nice patio area, but that day was rainy and wet, so we packed into a booth inside the dingy slightly modly english bar to share drinks and stories.
As I was coming back from the bathroom, I brush shoulders with a recognizable older fellow with famously bushy eyebrows, a slight pompadour with greyish edges and a long english tweed coat. I turn my head slightly as Morrissey heads out the door and into the rain, followed loosely by a middle aged, slim, attractive blonde.
I tell my friends, who can’t really believe me, since not 10 minutes earlier we were playing several songs from The Smiths on the juke box. Sure enough, Tamar asks the waitress who says in hush tones that Mr. “Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before…” comes in all the time and that he is a very modest and gentlemanly fellow.
LA. too freakin’ much.
Joe at the Cat and Fiddle in Los Angeles, picking out only the most awesomest of The Smiths songs. with Morrissey lurking in the background, unawares to us.
