I mean she sounds like her world is ending.

So, it’s over, on all fronts.

It just is.

But it’s my band to look after while Preacher is gone.

And I’m not gonna fuckin’ call it.

Way he acted toward Preacher, the way Leeanne played him, Tim has decided it’s time for deep reflection.

[Laughs]

So, he takes off surfin’. All over everywhere.

Hawaii. Bali. Thailand. Australia. Brazil.

[Lifts hand and presses it out]

Now, don’t judge, and if you weren’t going to, I’ll warn whoever you tell these tales to not to do it.

My mom judged.

She was all “That boy never had any sense. He should get to church. He should talk to God.”

She said that once and I replied, “He is, Mom.”

She got what I was saying and never mentioned it again.

As you know, this was when Shawn went off and did his own thing.

[Starts laughing slowly but this becomes stronger and stronger before he controls it]

Takes us five albums to win our first award.

Shawn wins three on his first solo effort.

[Bursts straight into laughter]

Can we talk about that, even briefly? The awards the Roadmasters won for The Cycle and “Musk”?

What do you wanna know?

Mancosa accepted all of them on your behalf.

Yeah.

Why?

[Leans forward]

My call and no one argued with it.

It was because we’re a band.

It was because we’d made a family.

If Preacher wasn’t with us and Lyla wasn’t in a gown, sitting in the audience, we weren’t pitching up.

We didn’t realize it, but it was all or nothing from the very beginning, rolling out of my parents’ driveway with the Star Wars theme playing.

Barfights and bloody noses and not mentioning we skipped breakfast and lunch when we were sharin’ two small orders of fries between the four of us with our quarter pounders with cheese we ate for dinner.

We’re all in with the bad.

We didn’t get to have the good unless we were the same.

This, however, proved further fodder for breakup rumors.

You know, I didn’t then, and I don’t now.

You didn’t…what?

Give a fuck.

Dave goes off and forms the Second Coming.

[Again, starts laughing but does it shaking his head]

The Second Coming.

He’s getting all this flak from the Christian right and all anyone can talk about when this offshoot he’s doin’ gets press is how the title signals the end of the Roadmasters.

He calls me and bitches about this and I’m all “Dave, you named your band the Second Coming.”

“All our songs are about sex, dude,” he replies. “The good kind where you get her off twice.”

[Begins laughing uncontrollably, through it speaking]

“I don’t know why folks aren’t getting it,” he goes on.