Who swears he wouldn't down too many complimentary first-class cocktails (I won't swear to that one) and have to be spatulaed off the hot Honolulu tarmac, nor would he cough or heckle during recording sessions, nor give out unwarranted suggestions about songs, sounds, or wardrobe ...
Can you imagine the lot of us all crammed into the recording room with them giving our 2 cents worth in a continuous stream of babel? We would give them dad blasted crickets a run for their money. Oh wait, I feel a movie idea coming on heheheheheh.
