As a corrective to all the glowing speeches from divas and the rapturous adulation of their fans, Bill Bailey (don’t miss his Love song!) recalls:
I was at a Whitney Houston gig, it was supposed to start at three—finally at four o’clock she comes on stage and says,
“I just wanna say, I love each and every one of you!”
and this big black guy next to me shouts,
Talking of craftsmanship in words and music, here’s Bill Bailey:
Of many classic lines, this is brilliant:
The duck lies shredded in a pancake
Soaking in the hoisin of your lies.
I’m also keen on his pub joke:
An Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman walk into a bar—and everything unfolds with a tedious predictability.
He’s a fine pianist too. It would be just as much fun to play Mozart piano concertos with him as with Robert Levin—here playing Mozart’s very own piano:
Gosh—I’m even playing there too, a stay in Salzburg making a pleasant change in between fieldwork trips to Hebei.