I once flew from Minneapolis to Los Angeles on a plane with Chris Farley (Saturday Night Live, Tommy Boy, etc.) across the aisle from me and Edgar Winter (musician) behind me.
Chris Farley got sh#t-faced drunk. The flight crew cut him off, but he actually went up into the service area and scavaged booze from collected service trays. At one point while I was waiting in line to get into the bathroom, he came up to me and said, "Hey, bro. You look like you must have some weed. How about sharing?"
Edgar Winter was very nice. He was traveling with a young (unkown) guitarist and he kept telling people that this young kid was the real star.
Fame
David Bowie
Fame, (fame) makes a man take things over
Fame, (fame) lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, (fame) puts you there where things are hollow
Fame, (fame)
Fame, its not your brain, its just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane
Fame (fame)
Fame, (fame) what you like is in the limo
Fame, (fame) what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, (fame) what you need you have to borrow
Fame, (fame)
Fame, nien! its mine! is just his line
To bind your time, itdrives you to, crime
Fame (fame)
Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it, babe?
Could it, babe?, could it, babe?
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you're too cool to fool?
Fame (fame)
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