The A'S Stuck Inside Of Philly With the Show-Biz Blues Again

Toby Goldstein “You know, you’re in a really bastardized profession, don’t you think?” Rocco Notte, the A’s keyboard player and master of dry wit, slapped his challenge across the Arista publicity office. As I weighed the health risks implicit in arguing with a very tall Italian who’s dressed in black from impenetrable narrow shades to authentic 60’s-vintage pointy boots, Notte added, “Well, I think I’m doing a really silly thing for a grown man, jumping around like a jerkoff, playing these dinky instruments.”