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Grey was this tenor player.

Good tone. Good hands.

Never played with the big guys but still. Um, was good!

Between sets, Grey would take out some silly puddy.

You know that kids stuff and he'd stretch it and pull it.

Even make little animals and things.

It sort of kept his fingers limber.

In his pockets, he'd carry three or four those plastic eggs the stuff came in.

That's how he came to have the nickname...

The Hen.