Al called to ask a favour. Can you pick up Mingus’ band at the airport? I had a VW bus and was always happy to help out. Besides . . . Mingus! Of course! He’d been my musical hero since I was 14. Would you drive out to the airport to pick up Mozart? Of course you would. Mingus was an even greater genius.
I called Deborah. I’m picking up Mingus at the airport . . . wanna come along?
It so happened that Warner Bros (Mingus’ label at the time) had a guy in Vancouver who loved Mingus. He also showed up at the airport. He brought a limo, a box of Montecristos (Mingus’ favourite cigar) and a photographer. To this day I resent that I wasn’t the one to wind up in that photo.