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[Addressing Ruth] That's the best that you can do for Marty?; you know how hard he works . . . [To Band] (Play the Battle Hymn of the Republic) Bring the Battle Hymn on down behind me boys. [To Audience] Marty Perellis, our road manager. Once upon a time, Marty Perellis was a nice, honest Jewish boy working in the garment industry; he was selling hosiery and flannel pajamas with hoodies. One day he decided that is not the way to get off. No no. He knew that there was something bigger, better, more exiting awaiting him in the world of rock and roll! Yes indeed. So he decided he would get out a calculator, you know one of those little plastic light-up jobs you know where you pork it a few times and the numbers come up and he had some basic accounting experience; a few years of economics in college so what did he do? The logical thing: he went to work for Motown! Then one day, when he found out how Ben Barrack really earned his money an argument ensued and the next thing he knew he was in a state of unemployment (dun dun dunnnn). Well, in just so happened at that particular time, that we had been out on the road with a road manager who was a lot o' laughs, we even brought him down here; Steve Allsburg, Steve the Sphincter Allsburg (hey let's hear it for him) and his white briefcase containing a tambourine which he would use; he was the kind of a road manager that goes out with the rock and roll band when the band goes to a club to sit in with a group, the road manager wants to be one the side playing a tambourine. So I bought him a briefcase for it with his name on it and he used to go around with it and he was a great road manager except for one thing: he couldn't count. And so, Steve was facing (tun tun tununun tunnnnn) unemployment and that was the time we made our change from the ways of Allsburg to the ways of Perellis now Marty came on the scene wearing sort of a dark brown, tasteful sweater with a little emblem embroider on the side actually it was a monogram of the man's name who had invented that particular sweater it said Lapitus! on the sweater. It was stylish and he had a razor cut hairdo and he was really groovy! Because he knew where it was at! Because he used to work for Motown ladies and gentlemen but now suddenly he's working for the mothers of invention. All of a sudden the poor guy has to learn to relate to people like Jean Luc Ponty with an ascot. He had to understand why it took Ian why it took so long to get his knitted hat on in the morning; that took him six months. Then he had to figure out where Sal Marquez got the little silver things he stuck onto his Levi's. All this was just basic training for the big moment when Marty would finally take the plunge. Marty, finally, grope Ruth—in an airplane. Now you have to understand the significance of this. When you have a girl in a rock and roll band and you're travelling around, and its lonely and everything, you know people have fantasies about . . . . You know, what would you imagine happens to Ruth travelling around with five wholesome lads such as ourselves? You're absolutely wrong, Ruth does not like to 'do it' per se, Ruth keeps it, Ruth keeps it intact for her loved one which is highly commendable; Ruth is a prick-teaser ladies and gentlemen. And aw tut tut tut, the truth never hurt anyone and so here we have Ruth direct from Julliard School of Music, home of advanced percussion and timpani players. Ruth, from Julliard with the fantastic musical imagination, excellent technique, and tits out to here like this . . . and little short feet—is on the road with us guys. See? And she's maintaining it for her loved one . . . However Ruth is still hot, Ruth is hot all the time. Ruth is, how should we say it, a closet nymphomaniac. You know you see it very often with women who serve food in cafeteria lines . . . they're so hot they can't stand themselves. And of course they're not smart enough to become [unintelligible] so they know how to scoop up the spinach! Ruth is sort of like that except their hair is longer. Now in the process of titillating Marty to point of submission, Ruth had to warm him up. She has this procedure that she goes through. First of all she talks to him on the bus you know and it starts by leaning over towards him (like this) and then leaning back towards him (like this). And then she said she's cold. And then, if you're on an airplane for instance, she said, "can you get me a blanket?" and then the stewardess gives her a blanket and then she goes . . . . And of course Marty, you know he only gets three hours sleep a week cause he's the guy who has to wake us up. His mind must've been in a turmoil and confusion . . . He hadn't had any for so long, and then, in the middle of that flight, the red blanket descended over them like some kind of irritating but partially erotic mist. And his hand, Marty's right hand, released its grip on the gleaming calculator and the pigskin briefcase that he . . . . . . . . . . [cuts to main theme of Dupree's Paradise]