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second part of my remembered dream last night , also the more fun part
some festival that blue oyster cult was playing at and it was cool, because everyone was laughing because will ferrell came out and played cow bell HA HA played out. like a big family joke thing
and then some technical problem was happening, and the stage was more like in a vfw somehow, and one of their guys was forgetting how to play so the main guy gave him his bass because that part was easier or something, and maybe i knew the sucky guy or something? but it was like a home show and i ended up being there as well/they were on the floor and everyone was in front so a bunch of people were kinda mixed in. serj tankin (spelling) the singer from system of a down was now the singer (but had somehow always been) and he was getting angry because it wasn't super production quality sounding or some lame crappy excuse like that. everyone else was having fun. there was even an extra mic and they started playing burning for you and i joined in. he stopped everyone for some reason, and now they had two bassists, and the drummer was there but unseen and serj was complaining about him. one of the front guys from ex models was there sitting in front and now serj had a podium from which to sing and the ex models guy was sitting next to a lady/girl in another band but she was like a nun or a menonite or something and her music was boring, but ex models guy was her friend. serj asked ex models guy if he knew that sucked at drums, which was also a shot at the nun/menonite/boringfriend lady. exmodels guy said no, i realise that i'm good, i like the way i play(even though this was not the drummer from ex models). serj tankin was being really lame about technical things blah blah and now it was seeming even more like a home show, and apparently joe and were going to play eventually, because i had new drums there and i said hey i'm going to play now too. i had a crapton of sticks and grabbed a floor tom and set it up by a mic as though i knew how to play anything by them. i also said for moar people to grab things so that everyone was playing, asthough this were pocket patrol and everything was cool. this pissed of serj because it was his band or somethign blah blah. so i told him sorry, i was wrong. my fault yada yada. and started packing up my stuff. but he kept on whining. so i ripped off a part of some weak but nail/screw pointy banister and threw it at him, and it took a tiny(flesh wound) chunk of him off in this backroom full of equipment. this surprised and scared him and i told him to shut up and now i was getting mad. he continued to complain as i was packing moar stuff up that i didn't use, now the bass cab was in this box and it was really light which was cool. alan was there and that was a comfort but he was mad too, because here's this asshole who was being a prima donna about his band playing. but he couldn't have been happy about the violence that i had made either. i stopped packing stuff up and asked serj what the hell he did when he was starting and if he'd ever heard of a show or community or anything and why he was being such a prick. who the fuck cares about sounding perfect, we had all come out to see them and everyone playing with them would be more fun and everyone could be happy blah blah and then i woke up on the floor uncomfortably hot becasue i'm still in my clothes.
also
joe recorded us last night
here
some festival that blue oyster cult was playing at and it was cool, because everyone was laughing because will ferrell came out and played cow bell HA HA played out. like a big family joke thing
and then some technical problem was happening, and the stage was more like in a vfw somehow, and one of their guys was forgetting how to play so the main guy gave him his bass because that part was easier or something, and maybe i knew the sucky guy or something? but it was like a home show and i ended up being there as well/they were on the floor and everyone was in front so a bunch of people were kinda mixed in. serj tankin (spelling) the singer from system of a down was now the singer (but had somehow always been) and he was getting angry because it wasn't super production quality sounding or some lame crappy excuse like that. everyone else was having fun. there was even an extra mic and they started playing burning for you and i joined in. he stopped everyone for some reason, and now they had two bassists, and the drummer was there but unseen and serj was complaining about him. one of the front guys from ex models was there sitting in front and now serj had a podium from which to sing and the ex models guy was sitting next to a lady/girl in another band but she was like a nun or a menonite or something and her music was boring, but ex models guy was her friend. serj asked ex models guy if he knew that sucked at drums, which was also a shot at the nun/menonite/boringfriend lady. exmodels guy said no, i realise that i'm good, i like the way i play(even though this was not the drummer from ex models). serj tankin was being really lame about technical things blah blah and now it was seeming even more like a home show, and apparently joe and were going to play eventually, because i had new drums there and i said hey i'm going to play now too. i had a crapton of sticks and grabbed a floor tom and set it up by a mic as though i knew how to play anything by them. i also said for moar people to grab things so that everyone was playing, asthough this were pocket patrol and everything was cool. this pissed of serj because it was his band or somethign blah blah. so i told him sorry, i was wrong. my fault yada yada. and started packing up my stuff. but he kept on whining. so i ripped off a part of some weak but nail/screw pointy banister and threw it at him, and it took a tiny(flesh wound) chunk of him off in this backroom full of equipment. this surprised and scared him and i told him to shut up and now i was getting mad. he continued to complain as i was packing moar stuff up that i didn't use, now the bass cab was in this box and it was really light which was cool. alan was there and that was a comfort but he was mad too, because here's this asshole who was being a prima donna about his band playing. but he couldn't have been happy about the violence that i had made either. i stopped packing stuff up and asked serj what the hell he did when he was starting and if he'd ever heard of a show or community or anything and why he was being such a prick. who the fuck cares about sounding perfect, we had all come out to see them and everyone playing with them would be more fun and everyone could be happy blah blah and then i woke up on the floor uncomfortably hot becasue i'm still in my clothes.
also
joe recorded us last night
here