(Free column today. If you like this, please consider becoming a subscriber. We do this at least 3 times a week!) I don't know who the heavyweight champion of the world is. I bet you don't know who he is either. And I'll bet without looking that, with so many boxing organizations, there's more than one.
Playing at the Treadway in Dickson City in 1982 with East Coast. Club owner walks up and says Joe Frazier is here and wants to sing with the band. It's late. He'd been drinking. We'd been drinking. He comes on stage, still a big man, a heavyweight. His hands were as big as hams, and he's smokin. "Knock on Wood!" He growls to us. The band looks at each other. We're afraid to speak. I finally gather the nerve to ask what we're wondering, "What key, Champ?" He glares at me. "Key of the dog." We hope that means D and launch in. It didn't really matter. He didn't really sing in the sense of singing, but his rhythm is good and it goes over well. He smiles after and acknowledges us. My brush with greatness!
Playing at the Treadway in Dickson City in 1982 with East Coast. Club owner walks up and says Joe Frazier is here and wants to sing with the band. It's late. He'd been drinking. We'd been drinking. He comes on stage, still a big man, a heavyweight. His hands were as big as hams, and he's smokin. "Knock on Wood!" He growls to us. The band looks at each other. We're afraid to speak. I finally gather the nerve to ask what we're wondering, "What key, Champ?" He glares at me. "Key of the dog." We hope that means D and launch in. It didn't really matter. He didn't really sing in the sense of singing, but his rhythm is good and it goes over well. He smiles after and acknowledges us. My brush with greatness!