I wrote a song today. Well, a melody really. Fil and Zvone lie sleeping in my room. its 10am, cars are moving, people are drinking coffee and chatting outside.
It was a day and a night. A serious day and a night.
I started off feeling fucked. Completely fucked. Every human interaction was a burden.
Me Fil and fil went for a jam. It wasn't good. At times it was okay, but mostly it sucked. It felt like a hassle. Something was weighing me, weighing us down. After the jam I drank a couple beers and smoked a cig with Fil.
We walked to town to catch the jam at KCM. Something about walking calmed me down. By the time we reached the spot I stopped caring so much. We bumped into some guys on the stairs and their energy breezed right through us. It felt nice to watch them walk away. We sat and finished our cigarettes before we entered the club.
Inside it was the same old guys, jamming away. There were some solid notes here and there, some dark-purple coloured moments, but overall it didn't do that much for me. There was no sense of life or energy in their music. It seemed more like a routine, or a means to showcase their individual talents rather than attempt to make something. I sat through it until the drummers changed. Needed a break so went outside. fil was on the terrace drinkin a beer after 2 weeks sober, so I savoured it and lit up a cigarette. We talked about some things and how much we love each other, and then settled into our chairs and admired all the beautiful women around us. The music started sounding good so I went in to check it out.
I went back out after a bit to join fil again. He felt chilly so we migrated indoors. The music started getting hot again, so I ushered him downstairs and we joined Fil. Bought a new round and enjoyed the sounds. They entered a jazz number and the drummer started to sweat a little.
The new bassist was into it hard, his fingers moved pretty damn fast. There were two guitarists this time, the one guy playing a white guitar was shredding, fingers all over the place, never a wrong note, perfect actually, but enjoyably perfect.
At some point the drummers changed, and then gave up, so I jumped in.
Almost naturally all the other musicians dropped their instruments, so Fil and fil came up. It was pretty sick timing. We started jamming straight away. I was pretty drunk. I was trying to play faster than my co-ordination could allow, missing beats and generally sucking hard. Eventually we found our groove and it felt good. We built it up and broke it down, then built it up again and again. I looked up and there were only 3 or 4 people watching, but they were actually watching us. They weren't talking or anything, just watching. That felt cool. fil caught my eye and yelled that we had to stop cos they were closing, so we wrapped it up as neat as we could.
after that we sat on the terrace a while and I started gettting itchy feet so I invited everyone over for rice and beer. Picked up a tallboy and a pack of crisps on the way and immediately started washing the rice. Homies came round, rice cooked up, mixed it with Tomato paste and ajvar. I liked it. Zvone seemed to like it too. The guys talked and talked. Fil played a 10-minute compilation of random people singing the intro to Down with the Sickness. I fell asleep at some point. When I woke up they were still talking except Zvone was asleep. Eventually the brothers left and me and Fil got to talking heavy.
We cried, we laughed, we hugged and sang as the world awoke around us. We watched the customers drinking coffee on the courtyard below us. The waitress came out to serve them.
"She's pretty skanky" commented Fil.
"Yeah but you'd fuck her if you had the chance."
"Of course" he replied.
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