I remember when my mother introduced me to Uncle Bobby. It was my granddad's 80th and we were all on my neighbours boat called "The Erect Star" (I never knew why my parents were friends with such a creep). Anyway, Uncle Bobby was a real sweet guy. He had this crazy blonde hair, shaped into a perfect bowl. He would play all kinds of psychedelic records for us and sometimes if we were lucky, we would get to jam with him on sitar and trombone.