In the Park Ridge Herald-Advocate, there’s an article (linked to in today’s Best of the Web) about what Peter, Paul, and Mary used to eat on the road. It contained this fishy little morsel from from Noel (Paul) Stookey (emphasis mine):
“Until the ’80s, there was usually the (standard) deli tray backstage,” said Stookey, calling from his home in Blue Hill, Maine, on the Atlantic Coast. “Then we had regular menus — some Polish meals, roast turkey with mashed potatoes, dressing and cranberries — and every once in a while, pizza. The most exciting thing, mostly in the ’60s, if a concert was canceled, we’d be left to our own devices, and we could go out to a movie, or have sushi, perhaps. But that was rare.”
Having gotten to know PPM many years ago, when I mixed two albums for them, I’ll bet you anything that Noel — who is a very funny guy indeed — threw out that last line with tongue firmly, as they say, in cheek. (He might also have added “And once when we were in Japan, we were served whale’s tail – but that was just a fluke.”)
His interviewer seems to have swum right past it.
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He could have realized it was a fluke while sitting on his perch. Or maybe he wailed at Perch Cafe in Park Slope.
If he wailed at the Perch Cafe, he would have been singing bass.
This is pure punishment.
I guess Bob thinks my word association skills are starting to flounder.
Yes, at first I was having a whale of a time — I mean, surely there’s a plaice for this sort of humor — but these crappie puns are starting to give me a haddock. So I’ll ask you all to mullet over before posting another one.
In fact, maybe we should all just clam up. But I have a feeling there are going to be a few more coming down the pike before we’re done.
These comment threads are going to the dogfish.
JK must be a Pisces.
Sorry Peter, not an aqua sort, rather an aequus. I realize in this school of words I’m a small shark.
Still, pretty good chum – anchovy for a pizza – should you ever get to Arkansas.