Trigger, older than he looked and a proud father, was a Zepplin fan. So much so that he demanded he be called Led but since we usually went out of our way to do the opposite of what people asked-we called him Trigger.
What was he good at? Laughing. Spitting. Chewing tobacco. Finding the exact spot to drop the needle on his favorite song- George Harrison’s “Apple Scruffs.” Oh, he was good at explaining its meaning too.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 