A James By Any Other Name...

Sometimes we here in Sioux City are actually fortunate enough to have decent, genuinely talented musicians come through town. (Yes, we all survived the Ashlee Simpson Experience. Now, let's not mention it again, shall we?)

But tonight is one of those lucky nights - James Taylor is coming to play at the Orpheum theater. Cool, no?

Anyway, a bunch of us from work are all going together, but my deal, sweet, naive-as-hell manager Skippy Whitebread won't be there. Why not, you ask? Well, the following verbatim conversation should explain everything you need to know about Skippy's range of musical knowledge:

The following conversation took place, word for word, about 20 minutes ago:

Employee #1 (to Skippy): "We’re all going to the James Taylor concert tonight."

Skippy: "Who’s that?"

Employee #2: "James Taylor? He’s a famous folk singer. He’s really popular – had a lot of top songs over the years."

Skippy (whispering to Employee #2): "Is he that black guy?"

Uh....no. Big difference between James Taylor and James Brown. Huge difference.

No "Name That Tune" points for you, Mr. Whitebread.