Any pop music nerd will know the name of Nile Rodgers. Some of us even read his autobiography. I recommend it.

I’m always dazzled by how many different parts of pop music he touched. You could have a wedding DJ that played only Nile Rodgers-associated songs and you would have an amazing wedding. It is possible that the wedding DJ industry may owe its very existence to Nile Rodgers.

So. Here’s him and his band gamely making the best out of the NPR Tiny Desk format.

If Goldman Sachs was having a party and paid them an appropriately hefty amount of money, Nile Rodgers and Chic would show up, they would look like they were having a great time, and in fact, they would imply that this was the best corporate gig they’d been at for a long time, everyone there was a special kind of fun, and maybe even give an enthusiastic, “C’mon Goldman Sachs! Put your hands in the air!” Maybe even a little, “When I say Goldman, you say Sachs!—Goldman!” “SACHS” kinda thing.

Nile Rodgers is all about doing the job, knowing it’s a job, and doing that job right.

With the exception of Nile Rodgers (who looks either like he runs a non-profit that teaches yoga and meditation to incarcerated men, or maybe like one of the greatest pop music geniuses of all time) most of the band looks like any other folks who might be standing on the side of their kids’ sporting events.

I’d like to imagine someone saying something like, “Oh yeah, Oliver’s dad is a keyboard player” and someone says oh cool, what kind of music, and gets back, “I think he does some studio work, and then he tours with Nile Rodgers and Chic.”

And I hope that the guy lives in LA. Because if he lived in LA there would surely be a good number of people there who would know their pop music insider history. And they’d know, Nile Rodgers chose that guy to be in his band. And they’d know right away: Oliver’s dad must be something… really really special.