Today is Saturday, the 20th of July 2019.
Kylie is calling from Washington.
Washington D.C., the capital of the United States of America, the llama asks.
No, Kylie says, Washington State to distinguish it from the nation's capital.
Did you see the state's flag and seal, the llama asks. And I do not want to know what District of Columbia means.
What about flag and seal, I ask.
Did you two see the picture of that old grandma in a white curled wig and a ruffle blouse in the circle, the llama asks. Just thought that was really very strange.
That is not a grandma, Kylie begins, that is…
Don't do it, I say, don't even try to explain.
The capital of Washington State is Olympia, the llama reads from a encyclopedia article. Home of the Gods like Zeus and Hera, Ares and Hades, Athena and Dyionsos, Hermes and the Amazones. When did we travel to the Greece of old and the past?
Kylie and I are ignoring the animal.
Tonight's the night, Kylie says. Tonight we are playing the Grand Finale of our American tour. Tonight we are playing the Rolling Thunder Festival in Springfield, Washington.
Springfield, Washington, the llama shouts out, home of the grunge.
It's more like home of the grouch, I say. Isn't Seattle, Washington, home of the grunge music?
Don't do it, Kylie says, and I can hear the smile in her voice, don't even try to explain.
Three days of Love and Grunge, the llama enthuses. With the dynamite entertainer Bob Dylan and his archenemy and correspondence chess opponent Neil Young with Special Surprise Guest Stars The Rolling Stones.
Ahm, I try to interrupt.
And all three remaining Beatles - Paul, Ringo and Marcus, the llama says. We are the grunge duo KylLama now. And we are playing right after that radical fundamental Christian fun progrock pop band Genesis with all former members, Phil Collins, Mike Rutherford, Tony Banks, Peter Gabriel; Anthony Phillips, Chris Stewart, John Silver, John Mayhew, Mick Barnard and Steve Hackett.
Not dead yet, Kylie asks. And what about Ray Wilson?
They are not in need of a lyric guitar these days, the llama says.
Could you please stop your nonsense-talk, folks, I ask. And please come home.
Wait and see, the llama says and hangs up. And not for the first time it sounds like a threat.
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