Green Room

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-Pat:

Sh*t.

Sam.

Pat:
Sam, wake up.

-What's wrong?

- F***.

-What'd you do, tiger?

-When did we crash?

-Sam:
You tell us, a**hole.

-I guess I fell asleep.

-Yeah...

With the engine running.

-Fully charged.

Did you kill the battery too?

-You hear the radio?

-There's a skating rink

about 11 miles from here.

Big parking lot.

-Ice skating

or rollerskating?

-Just says they're open.

Why?

-Reece:

Hockey players whoop more ass.

-I don't know, dude.

I've seen some pretty

bad-ass roller skaters.

At 7:
00 am?

All right,

I'll come with.

-Sam?

-Sam:
Tad.

-Tad:

Awesome.

Hey, I work nights,

but I'll catch up

with you guys for breakfast.

-Okay.

-I'm in 2-r up the stairs.

Just crash wherever.

Uh, park in the side lot.

Rear doors tight to the walls

so no one steals your sh*t.

-All right.

Yeah?

-Sam:

These all have mushrooms.

-This dude's legit.

-Reece:

Why? 'Cause he wakes up

at 5:
00 in the morning

to put jizz in his hair?

-Tiger:

Mm...

No. He's true.

-Ree-ree.

Who you callin'?

-Is that your business?

-I get the bills.

-I'm going to bed.

-We're gonna drink.

Mornin'.

-Hello.

You were the first

to fall asleep?

-Okay, I'm with the ain't rights

from Washington, D.C.

-Uh, technically, we're

from Arlington.

-Tad:

Nice. Uh, and this is

for seaside hcfm.

-Not for the zine?

-Tad:
I'll do

a print version for that,

but this will run

on our college station.

Uh, if that's cool.

-Sam:

Yeah.

-So, you guys working

on anything new?

-Sam:

Mm, yeah. A few songs.

Maybe enough for,

like, a seven inch.

-Tad:

Sweet. Will you

actually press one?

-Yeah, if we can afford it.

-Tad:

Yeah, no, I really dig

the analog style.

Uh, which brings

me to the fact

you guys are hard to find.

Why no social media presence?

-Reece:

That's because

booking more shows,

selling more records

would blow.

-It's not hard rock.

-No one wants to starve, but...

When you take it all virtual,

you lose...

The texture.

-What do you mean "texture"?

-Just... you gotta be there.

The music is for effect.

It's time and aggression...

-Technical wizardry.

-And it's shared live...

And then it's over.

The energy can't last.

-Unless you're iggy pop.

-Yeah, well good for him,

but I don't think I wanna

be in my 70's still listening

to minor threat.

-But tiger does.

-I won't live to be 70, so...

-Okay, so, uh,

this is a good seg

into one of my traditions.

Uh, for each of you,

name your desert island band.

-Only one?

-Reece:

If I were to

say black sabbath,

would I get

ozzy and dio?

-No caveats.

Just name the band.

-Okay.

-Misfits.

No, the damned.

-Um...

-Tiger:
Oh, f*** it. Misfits.

-Sam:
Poison idea.

-Cro-mags.

-Tad:

That's a good one also.

-Reece:

Why don't you say

something, dude?

-Tiger:

What about steely Dan?

-Hm. No, candlebox.

-He's a juggalo.

-Uh... uh...

-Tiger:
Britney Spears?

-Hey-- hey, you--

you-- you're gonna

edit this, right?

-I can chop it up a bit.

-Tiger:
Oh, you should

let it go raw, man.

-Um, when is this gonna air?

Like, maybe we should

plug the show?

-Yeah. Um...

My last show

at the muni center

didn't end well.

Uh, lots of vomit,

some fecal matter.

County commissioner got wind

and pulled my permit.

You guys were

already en route.

-No, you gotta

give us a kill fee.

-We went 90 miles

out of our way.

-I've got a backup lined up.

Um, lunch,

50% cut on the door,

and you guys would headline.

-Is anyone still on the bill?

-No.

Turn that sh*t off.

-I gave you my cut.

Uh, the house got theirs,

but I didn't--

-split four ways,

it's six bucks each.

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