Right. So I'm a roadie, you know? Or I was. [ Her lips screw to the side. Who knows if her job would still be there when she got back. ] Anyway, when I started with the Staton-House Band, my manager was this guy named Big Phil. Now, Big Phil was a legend, right? He met Lynyrd Skynyyrd when they came to buy tackle at his dad's bait shop in Florida and just went on the road with them. He had been around forever, totally murdered like two guys but never got caught for it. All that stuff.
So then this guy, Reg. [ Talking about Reg still gives her a lump in her throat. She looks ahead and swallows it. ] He ended up firing him because turns out Big Phil was like, defrauding Hurricane Katrina victims. And Big Phil pulled a gun on him. And I wasn't too mad about that because Big Phil never knew my name. Kept calling me Kelsey Lee or Bobbi Jo or just whatever he thought was close. It's Kelly Ann it's not that hard. And I wanted a nickname but like a cool one like Big Phil or Wes Coast or Milo. Something that meant something. You know?
Anyway at the end of the tour Big Phil came back for a bit. After he was done with the Swiftworld tour and like, back on Earth. We had this corporate gig for a rubber company and that kind of sucked. [ There was more good, with Reg. When she started to think things might actually work out. For once. At least for a little.
What a joke.
She doesn't think about that and continues. ] And I was talking to Big Phil and then like, I mean we were just talking he wasn't mad or anything. But he had a heart attack and died. And I was the only one with him when he died and the last thing he said, he looked right at me and said "Pistachio".
And I didn't tell anybody because I couldn't. Like. They all wanted something... meaningful. And what the fuck was that? So they kept wanting it and at the memorial concert I gave one of the eulogies and I told them all. And then later his son he, um. He told me it was the name of the horse Big Phil always bet on.
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Right. So I'm a roadie, you know? Or I was. [ Her lips screw to the side. Who knows if her job would still be there when she got back. ] Anyway, when I started with the Staton-House Band, my manager was this guy named Big Phil. Now, Big Phil was a legend, right? He met Lynyrd Skynyyrd when they came to buy tackle at his dad's bait shop in Florida and just went on the road with them. He had been around forever, totally murdered like two guys but never got caught for it. All that stuff.
So then this guy, Reg. [ Talking about Reg still gives her a lump in her throat. She looks ahead and swallows it. ] He ended up firing him because turns out Big Phil was like, defrauding Hurricane Katrina victims. And Big Phil pulled a gun on him. And I wasn't too mad about that because Big Phil never knew my name. Kept calling me Kelsey Lee or Bobbi Jo or just whatever he thought was close. It's Kelly Ann it's not that hard. And I wanted a nickname but like a cool one like Big Phil or Wes Coast or Milo. Something that meant something. You know?
Anyway at the end of the tour Big Phil came back for a bit. After he was done with the Swiftworld tour and like, back on Earth. We had this corporate gig for a rubber company and that kind of sucked. [ There was more good, with Reg. When she started to think things might actually work out. For once. At least for a little.
What a joke.
She doesn't think about that and continues. ] And I was talking to Big Phil and then like, I mean we were just talking he wasn't mad or anything. But he had a heart attack and died. And I was the only one with him when he died and the last thing he said, he looked right at me and said "Pistachio".
And I didn't tell anybody because I couldn't. Like. They all wanted something... meaningful. And what the fuck was that? So they kept wanting it and at the memorial concert I gave one of the eulogies and I told them all. And then later his son he, um. He told me it was the name of the horse Big Phil always bet on.
[ She shrugs. ]