He starts strumming and singing, ignoring Don. He sounds really good, despite his voice being raspy. He's a really good guitar player-he's been doing it for A LOT of years.
Kaz: My lover's got humor-he's a giggle at a funeral-know's everybody's disapproval-I should've worshipped him sooner-if the heavens ever did speak-he's the last true mouth piece-every Sunday's getting more bleak-a fresh poison each week-we were born sick, you heard them say it...