Nile Bassin’

by thoughtsonthedead


Hey, Oteil. Whatcha doing?

“Posing in front of stuff.”‘

You got a little Egyptian in you, right?

“Just once in college.”



You have a good tour?

“Oh, man: you have no idea. I am a blessed man, man. Playing with these guys, playing for these crowds? Plus, we’re going first-class, baby! Private planes and suites at the Ritz!”

I like a man who appreciates a good creature comfort.

“Oh, yeah: this creature likes to be as comfortable as possible, especially when someone else is paying for it, right?”

Hell, yeah.

“You would not believe how much fancy shampoo I’ve stolen. Much better than the old days, man. One tour with Aquarian Rescue Unit, we had to share a hotel room.”

Doubling up in a room isn’t so bad.

“No, I mean the whole band shared one room. Also, we had to share it with a stranger.”

That budget might be a little too tight.

“Hey, it’s better than working.

You got it. What are you doing with your time off?

“Baby time! Baby baby baby!”

Right, you just had a kid.

“Wife did the actual having.”


“Gonna hang out with the baby, play him some music, throw him in the air once or twice.”


“Our parents dropped us all the time, man.”

Yeah, and look how fucked up things are.

“Good point.”