On Being Steve Winwood
Let's play this like a Choose Your Own Adventure book ...
You're Steve Winwood, an aging rock star with a solid career whose best moments are between 20 and 40 years in the past. You hear that The Who have been offered the halftime gig at the Super Bowl. You're happy for them, but also seething silently, because you think you're just as talented and British as they are.
You're at home, eating Cheetos off of your gut, watching Dr. Who on DVD and drinking Miller Genuine Draft straight from the can when the phone rings. You hesitate before answering it, thinking it may be your creditors, but you take the chance and pick up the receiver.
"Hello?" you say, somewhat hesitantly, but also trying to take these advice of your therapist. Be more positive!
"Steve Winwood?"
"Speaking."
"Hey Steve, this is Big Powerful Exec at CBS. How's it going?"
"Pretty good. This isn't about my cable bill, is it? Because I sent the check yesterday ..."
"No, no, calling about the Super Bowl telecast. We'd like you to play. Are you available?"
"Well, I'd have to check my calendar, but I think we can do that."
"All right, great. Listen, I'm going to have my assistant call you back with all the details, and get you a ticket down to Miami and all that stuff."
Your eyes widen. "Miami! I haven't been there in years. I'm going to have to get a straw hat."
"OK, Steve. You'll be playing in the parking lot 60 minutes before kickoff. Don't forget the sheet music to 'Higher Love.'"
"You got it, boss."
You hang up the phone and your mind starts racing. You don't know whether you want to buy your straw hat or finish your Cheetos and Dr. Who DVDs first.
To go out and buy your straw hat, turn to page 19
To finish wathcing Dr. Who, turn to page 78
You're Steve Winwood, an aging rock star with a solid career whose best moments are between 20 and 40 years in the past. You hear that The Who have been offered the halftime gig at the Super Bowl. You're happy for them, but also seething silently, because you think you're just as talented and British as they are.
You're at home, eating Cheetos off of your gut, watching Dr. Who on DVD and drinking Miller Genuine Draft straight from the can when the phone rings. You hesitate before answering it, thinking it may be your creditors, but you take the chance and pick up the receiver.
"Hello?" you say, somewhat hesitantly, but also trying to take these advice of your therapist. Be more positive!
"Steve Winwood?"
"Speaking."
"Hey Steve, this is Big Powerful Exec at CBS. How's it going?"
"Pretty good. This isn't about my cable bill, is it? Because I sent the check yesterday ..."
"No, no, calling about the Super Bowl telecast. We'd like you to play. Are you available?"
"Well, I'd have to check my calendar, but I think we can do that."
"All right, great. Listen, I'm going to have my assistant call you back with all the details, and get you a ticket down to Miami and all that stuff."
Your eyes widen. "Miami! I haven't been there in years. I'm going to have to get a straw hat."
"OK, Steve. You'll be playing in the parking lot 60 minutes before kickoff. Don't forget the sheet music to 'Higher Love.'"
"You got it, boss."
You hang up the phone and your mind starts racing. You don't know whether you want to buy your straw hat or finish your Cheetos and Dr. Who DVDs first.
To go out and buy your straw hat, turn to page 19
To finish wathcing Dr. Who, turn to page 78
Labels: Steve Winwood, Super Bowl
