Thats not buddies

Bob Pollard brought high kicks, fantastic pitch, endless slurry salutes and beery banter about Miller Lite satisfying one’s daily H20 requirements, found ways to make talks of tequila segue into his patented commentary-on-other-bands bits. He talked about people not on his label (“People try to give me Cabo Wabo, tell me that’s Sammy Hagar’s shit. Fuck Sammy Hagar. He ruined Van Halen! Not that they needed any help.”),