Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
Molly had fretted about the cost but agreed to try it once and even to consider making it a regular thing for the summer months—if all went well that night. No one knew ahead of time that it would turn out to be a historic performance. (Well, maybe Nate and Billie knew.)
The band was still setting up when I got to the Weeping Willow parking lot.
The big Chevy station wagon that belonged to Nate’s mom was backed up to the door, and Billie was helping Nate and the others lug equipment through the game room and out to the deck. Billie yoo-hooed me over to help with a large speaker cabinet. As we worked, I told her briefly that I’d been to see Frankie and had other news, and Billie said, “Oh, we need to talk, I want all the details.” She seemed excited, promising we’d catch up later that night.