and eventually you'll write a good song. we were going to have a band together. he was going to get rid of his other guys and i was going to be his bass player. it didn't work out. my mom found me smoking pot with a friend of mine in somebody's da basement. and she called up seger's manager punch andrews and she said just a minute, not so fast. >> my dad had to quit school in the 8th grade and go to work to help support the family. his fondest wish and life's goal was that i would go to college. every saturday night he would bring home seven quarters and we'd put them in the piggy bank. when those quarters amounted to a hundred dollars he would take me to the bank and we'd buy a savings bond and put that away for my college education. so between what my dad had saved and between what i was making doing gigs all other texas and