Why does Wayne Rogers get so little love?

Seeing Magic Hour with Ghost in 95 or so at the Knitting Factory is one of my top ever live shows.

But I do love that first Magic Hour record, Major Stars live is good, yeah, it's all quite nice. Except for that Terrastock thing. Dud x infinity.

Twisted Village is the best record store as far as obscureness-per-stock goes, and Wayne is a really great guy to talk to in the store. The store supports itself basically through mail-order and through loyal local (meaning New England and NYC, basically) customers. Otherwise, it really tries to hide itself from the Harvard Square area in Cambridge where it is located. (I walked past it three times before I finally discovered it.)

When I was there, despite the store's wanting to obscure itself, they still get a lot of street traffic, and the one time I was there, there was a women who was complaining to Wayne about the skronky jazz music he was playing in the store... the conversation went something like this.

Woman: what is this your're playing
Wayne: it's Jazz.
Woman: no no, this can't be jazz. I don't even think this is music.
Wayne. uuuum, it's... very much jazz.
Woman: No, you see, I know jazz music.. I know Miles Davis very well. This isn't jazz.
Wayne: Actually, um, this is Miles Davis that I'm playing right now
[Wayne was not lying]

the BEST BEST Twisted Village visitor story EVAH is this, and I'm paraphrasing from what he told me after the above incident..

Apparently, a British woman walked into the store one day.. once again, a tourist, just browsing through the shops. Twisted Village has a very odd pink/kaleidoscopic color pattern inside the store enough. The music that is stocked is even odder. Can is about as "pop" as the store gets really. Anyway, she's looking around the store very confusedly. Wayne is playing some discordant rock, like some early Wingtip Sloat or something like that. Anyway, the woman goes...

Woman: "Wot.. wot... wot is this that you're playing in the speakers?".
Wayne: *pause* it's rock music
Woman: *pauses, stares at wayne* "No no, I mean, really, please... what are you playing?"
Wayne: It's a rock band, it's [early Wingtip Sloat or something similar with requisite 10 word bio of band, location, etc.]
Woman: "no no, this can't be"

She now looks more confused and more disgusted. She starts to leave and go back up the stairs. (Keep in mind that the color pattern of the store is very kaleidoscopic and VERY PINK)

15 seconds later, the woman comes running back DOWN the stairs, and from the bottom of the staircase, turns accusedly towards Wayne and hisses in a strong English accent "IS THIS HOMOSEXUAL MUSIC?" with a mean mean look on her face.

Wayne, completely frozen for about 5 seconds, responds. "Yes. Correct. This is homosexual music."

The woman then replies "AAAALL RIGHT, THEN!", and she storms out of the store.

PLEASE tell me what happened next. Did she walk away confused, did she try to deny it, what?

can anyone id a song by either Wayne solo or Magic Hour that has a lyric that goes something like "we got all the time in the world / but we can't afford the (tab? tax?)..."

It's one of his relatively poppier, latter day V3-sounding tunes.

That's actually Luxurious Bags from the great "Frayed Knots" lp. Twisted Village put it out though!

That's the one! Thanks!

Thanks for reminding me to dig out "Frayed Knots"!

Woman: what is this your're playing
Wayne: it's Jazz.
Woman: no no, this can't be jazz. I don't even think this is music.
Wayne. uuuum, it's... very much jazz.
Woman: No, you see, I know jazz music.. I know Miles Davis very well. This isn't jazz.
Wayne: Actually, um, this is Miles Davis that I'm playing right now
[Wayne was not lying]

this is great