Truth in this situation includes the fact that the man up in the office put in a word that launched our scene in a very big way quite a few years back, and he let us out of a contract, too, asking just one thing in return: that we would come back here someday and play a gig for the same rate we would have made playing at his place back then. We shook hands on it and went on what now seems like our merry way.
"Meaning it was sheer terror at the time."
"And now we know."
"THOSE WERE THE GOOD OLD DAYS."
So anyway when the man called us up about playing tonight, he reminded us that we had a deal.
So while this song is true -- because while it literally was "$eventy-five hundred for the man up in the office and fifty bucks for me and Beau" -- in reality this was the least we owed him.