003 [video]
[The feed switches on with an angle that would only be interesting if it were focused on a hot chick in a low-cut top and big tits to fill it with. For a moment or two, it's just bare white neck and ginger dreads; then Pickles makes himself comfortable on the couch. A loud crumple can be heard once his ass hits the cushion, causing him to frown and adjust his weight to pull out a few sheets of loose notebook paper covered in handwriting. This is what he was preoccupied with last week when he wasn’t trolling the Port pharmacies with funny tic tacs: getting fucked up and writing songs. Though this is far from cherished manuscripts-the papers look much like a slacker kid’s homework that has been riding around in the bottom of his backpack for a week.]
…Pffft. I dunno if I should burn dis shit or not. Maybe make some airplanes? S’not like I’m jumpin’ up an’ down to break into de music scene fer de third time in a row.
[He tosses the papers somewhere off-screen; then leans forward again to retrieve one novelty glass, filled with opaque red liquid and a celery stalk. Then he crosses one ankle over his knee and continues.]
I’ve seen a few musicians on de network, seen a few people break into song like it’s a fuckin’ musical. Heh. Hope you guys know de three fundamentals of music. Get a pencil; write dis down, cuz dis might blow you de fuck away.
Okay: sex, drugs, an’ rock n’ roll.
Right? Sex an’ drugs. Or sometimes you don’t have sex, so you have yer drugs, and dat’s always been in music. Not shittin’ you here. [He starts to count off his fingers.] You got yer jazz, yer folk, an’ yer folk rock, yer regular rock dat's a million times better than fuckin' folk-all of dem influenced by de shit they were crammin’ up deir nose. Even de classical douche bags were probably takin’ drugs, so dey could fuckin’ deal with de fact dat music blew hard back den. An’ generally de lack of electricity an’ tube tops an’ soap an’ shit. But what can you do?
It made music evolve. Think about it: de whole thing about music is it takes you somewhere less shitty, right? So do drugs. You see what I'm gettin' at. It makes funny-as-hell stories, an’ it makes umm…fuck. I dunno. Audible adventures fer de mind. [He says this with a spinning flourish of his free hand and a roll of his eyes.] You wouldn’t even have dudes like Bowie, de Stones, Zeppelin. Fuck, Puff de Magic Dragon. [He seems to be considering saying more, but then shrugs and sips his drink, disarming little half-grin in place.] Dat’s all I’m sayin’.
…Pffft. I dunno if I should burn dis shit or not. Maybe make some airplanes? S’not like I’m jumpin’ up an’ down to break into de music scene fer de third time in a row.
[He tosses the papers somewhere off-screen; then leans forward again to retrieve one novelty glass, filled with opaque red liquid and a celery stalk. Then he crosses one ankle over his knee and continues.]
I’ve seen a few musicians on de network, seen a few people break into song like it’s a fuckin’ musical. Heh. Hope you guys know de three fundamentals of music. Get a pencil; write dis down, cuz dis might blow you de fuck away.
Okay: sex, drugs, an’ rock n’ roll.
Right? Sex an’ drugs. Or sometimes you don’t have sex, so you have yer drugs, and dat’s always been in music. Not shittin’ you here. [He starts to count off his fingers.] You got yer jazz, yer folk, an’ yer folk rock, yer regular rock dat's a million times better than fuckin' folk-all of dem influenced by de shit they were crammin’ up deir nose. Even de classical douche bags were probably takin’ drugs, so dey could fuckin’ deal with de fact dat music blew hard back den. An’ generally de lack of electricity an’ tube tops an’ soap an’ shit. But what can you do?
It made music evolve. Think about it: de whole thing about music is it takes you somewhere less shitty, right? So do drugs. You see what I'm gettin' at. It makes funny-as-hell stories, an’ it makes umm…fuck. I dunno. Audible adventures fer de mind. [He says this with a spinning flourish of his free hand and a roll of his eyes.] You wouldn’t even have dudes like Bowie, de Stones, Zeppelin. Fuck, Puff de Magic Dragon. [He seems to be considering saying more, but then shrugs and sips his drink, disarming little half-grin in place.] Dat’s all I’m sayin’.