Guys, I went out in Williamsburg tonight. I learned two things. 1) I’m old. 2) I’m ooold.
This happened a while ago. I was — I intended to go to Sausalito. It wasn’t a complete tragedy. I flew to Oakland, and I got in a taxi, and I said, ‘Let’s go to Sausalito.’ And it was late — it was, like, twelve o’clock at night.
I said to the guy driving the cab — I said, ‘What do you really want to do?’ And he said, ‘Well, I really want to play saxophone. I really — I’m a saxophonist.’ And I said, ‘Well, where’s your horn?’ And he said, ‘It’s in the trunk.’ So I said, ‘Pull over.’ And he looked in the rear view mirror, like, that look — like, ‘This dude means it.’ And — he pulled over. And he went in the trunk and got his sax. And he rode in the back and I drove to Sausalito.
He played the saxophone all the way — including a stop we made in Oakland at a barbecue place that was open in the middle of the night. And I’m up there getting this barbecue and a crowd of people gathers around this taxi cab listening to this guy — you know, he steps out on the edge, then, blowing on the edge — it was really a great night.