Lenny’s playing Ireland shortly, and I give thanks to the manager who ripped him off while he was living on Mount Baldy. Without this crook, I might never have had the chance to hear Lenny again. I worshipped at his feet in the National Stadium about twenty years ago when it was neither profitable not popular, and he was then the coolest man in the Universe.
He’s still the coolest man in the Universe. All that’s changed is the price, and I don’t begrudge Lenny a cent of it. This man has shaped my life, my thinking, my speech and my writing. Most important of all, he’s made me laugh, and for that, I’d lay down my life, almost.
Lenny, thanks for the laughs. I’d send you the money without a blink if you asked me, and I wouldn’t want you to sing a note for it.
Update: But I did manage to get my tickets online. Woo-hoo!