Brick was sitting in the MFUJSF office yet again. Yes, we know. We keep starting in the office over and over again. You work in an office too, you can relate. What? You just lost your job in a massive company-wide layoff? Oh no. I’m so…You lost all your pension, benefits and insurance? Really I’m so… You can’t pay your mortgage now. Buddy…Your wife left you and took the children to live with her successful lover? Dude…I’m so sorry. I had no idea your life was in such disarray. Here I was about to start some trivial article and you’re hurting. You brave man. Ok, can you sit here for a bit while I finish this blog. Afterwards I’ll take you to meet some nice women I know. We’ll have a good time and get your mind of off this. Can you do this for me? Thanks. Stay strong, Bro! Where were we? Oh yeah…
It was a murky looking day, some sick joke from Zeus. Rain and snow at the end of March? WTF is that? He checked his To-Do list:
· Hang out with a cool lady friend from high school and talk about КИНО (C)
· Finish writing novel (not finished yet, working on second to last chapter)
· Get Married (oops, that’s from Tigerman’s list)
· Remember to buy milk (C)
· Finish recording Dead Falcon Rising (?)
“Hmmm?” Brick thought in his usual way, which is to say hey hey hey! That’s what I say! Huh? He got on the phone and called Slate’s cell (his phone that is, Slate made parole last week).
“Yo?”
“Slate?”
“Yeah…”
“We have to talk about the album. It’s not finished yet…
“Who is this?”
“Slate, stop fooling around.”
“Uncle Leo?”
“I’m thinking we should start with songs that we already know.”
“Uh-uh.”
“How about Tigerman’s Boogie/Shadow’s Waltz?”
“Never heard of that.”
“Really? But you played those live along with Those Monogamy Blues.”
“Never heard of that song either.”
“We have video of you playing both songs along with a lot of other songs from the album like Overkill and Love is a Riot, which did really poorly in the Focus Group. Some thought it was too chaotic. Screw them! It was supposed to be the antithesis of those overly precise cheesy love ballads that are played on the radio, raw emotion channeled through the chaos of the guitar and bass…I’m sending you the video link.”
“That’s…not me.”
“Oh, it’s certainly you. The hair, the beard, the dragon tattoos on both arms. It’s totally you. You even stole my guitar for that video.”
“Whatevs.”
“So are we going to record something today?”
“Yeah, sure. I don’t care.”
“Cool.”
“Laterz.”
“…douchebag.” Brick mumbled as he hung up the phone. Looks like he’d have to get the gang together for a recording session…
Hey buddy. How are you holding up? You wanna go get some ice cream now? No? You want to listen to Depeche Mode? Yeah? Ok. We’ll listen to Depeche Mode. It’s all going to be ok.
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