Two quick stories about the Butcher.
1. The very first CD he ever owned, he got for Christmas one year–the Led Zeppelin box set.
2. We’re sitting in Sitar and I suddenly hear this woman start yelling the Butcher’s name. “Hey, look, it’s [the Butcher]!” and everyone in the restaurant turns to look and see who this woman is carrying on about. “Hey, B., this is my friend Allison. Allison, this is my sister.” Awkward pause. “Okay, well, I’m eating, so I’ll see you around.” She’s all, “Oh, okay, great to see you.” Yes, my brother has a groupie and that groupie is Allison Krauss.
What will the Butcher be getting for his birthday?
Tell me it’s not perfect.