Look, I’m a big Cee-Lo Green fan. They say he’s gonna play Jazz Fest this year, and I’ll be there with one-a those $8 warm beers singin’ along to the F-you song.

I even got some folks in mind for when I do it.

But there’s a big difference between Jazz Fest, where errybody stinks like crawfish bread and Pabst Blue Ribbon and some of them smoke rope in the daylight, and a big-money Obama fundraiser. Isn’t there?

Isn’t there?