effected

Well I guess you could call it my band, because I own all the equipment, and the rehearsal hall. I supply all the drugs; it’s the only way I can get the guys to show up for practice.***********I’m not really excited about anyone of them. I could realistically replace them all, if I could fine better players. I’ve discovered that the amount of drugs I make available does have a definite effect on the quality of the music. You should have heard them before. Anyway, I don’t have much to say about the guys, because I don’t really know them that well, or just how long any of them will be around. I guess I could say anything I want about them, because they’ll never see this, none of them has a computer.***********Let me start with the drummer, Herbert. He wants to be called Zinger. I don’t think so. He use to play in a band in high school. God, how long ago was that? He doesn’t have his own drums; he’s just filling in, till I find someone better. He’s in a world of his own. The drugs help. I was thinking how cool it would be if I could measure it out for them. If somehow, that would sync them up, if they were all equally sedated.*************The bass player is Milton. At least he has a bass, no amp though. His bass is not very good, so I got him one to play at rehearsals. I won’t let him take it home; I’m afraid he’ll loose it, or break it. I always have to wipe it down with a damp cloth after the rehearsals are over. His hands are always so grimy and sticky. It’s such a drag that he doesn’t have a phone. The drugs seem to keep bring him back to rehearsals though. If you’re a bass player man, I’d loose him in a minute.**************The guitar player is the best one, but he has an attitude. He thinks he’s so much better than he really is. He’s one of these irritable type people. Thing’s bug him. And he’ll always let you know it. He’s compulsive. He can’t just keep it to himself. That can get a little irritating. I don’t always need to know what you’re thinking! What’s relevant? Anyway, when someone’s always talking about what bugs them, specially if what their talking about doesn’t bug you, it gets really tiring. I don’t care. At least he can play, but I’d replace him in a minute too.*************The keyboard player, I forget his name, can only play one song, or should I say one style, in one key, and that kinda limits us. We give him a tambourine for the stuff that’s too hard for him to play. He doesn’t say much. I think he’s kinda dumb. When he plays, he goes off into a trance. I don’t know how that’s going to go over, if we ever play a gig. I get kinda hung up watching him; he’s so out of it. He just rolls his head around. It makes me dizzy just watching him. It’s compelling though. I don’t really know too much about him, he doesn’t talk much, and he just grins. He says he has a keyboard at home, but I don’t think he practices much.****************The singer’s cool, he doesn’t take drugs. I think that’s his problem though. He’s kinda nervous. He talks too much. He writes lots of lyrics, nothing very relevant. We’ve got this one song. We’ve actually got lots of songs, but who knows what the fuck they’re about. His name is Arnold. He likes that name, if anyone needed a nickname, he does. If you ask him what his songs are about, watch out, he’ll tell you.*****************I should be able to deduct the drugs from my taxes, as a business expense. It’s performance enhancement. What would Ray Charles have sounded like without heroin? Hendrix, without what ever he was on? The Stones, all those guys? They were all fucked up.*****************I bet there would be a real science studying drugs and music. It would be like, what is the effect of music on people? I know they have studies on what the effects of music are on plants. Music affects people. Drugs affect people. People on drugs play music. People on drugs listen to music. Music affects people on drugs. People play music on drugs. Did I leave anything out? We should hook up some probes and apparatus and monitor this stuff.****************I guess I should say a little about myself. I’m an entrepreneur. I own 6 coca cola machines. Four of them are located in the gymnasiums at the local High Schools in this area. One is at a gas station and the other is in the lobby of the bus depot. I have 8 gumball machines too. They’re located at the local grocery stores in this area. All I have to do is make sure they don’t run out of gum and candy. I collect the coins, and keep them stocked up. I inherited the business from an old man I befriended when I was a kid. All I did was tolerate his long boring stories, which he would tell me over and over. I use to cut his grass and stuff too. I thought I’d end up with the house, but he had a sister back east who, when the old man died, she came out and painted the place, and sold it. Anyway, the vending machines keep me in the bucks. My mom doesn’t mind me living here, and I’ve taken over the garage, where I have the band rehearse. Things are cool, and I think I can work with this band. I think I’ll try and book them at some benefits.