Last Supper Studio

One warm summer day I was walking by and apartment building and heard a strange noise coming from the upper balcony. looked up and saw an strange looking bald man with no eyebrows drinking llots of beer and playing guitar. The sound was so sweet that moments later i found myself standing next to him drinking lots of beer. "This music", I said "What kind of shit is this?" He looked up at me with one slightly glossy eye and said "Kiven me liskey and I’ll chum-a-chum lall tru the nightski." I said "May I have another beer?". 3 months later after he had labotimized most of his knowledge into liquid that he kept in a small test tube that I drank one morning when I was looking for my missing stool sample. His name was Dio. It was then and only then that I realize we must start a band. At the exact moment that the knowledge of the band was concieve apeared a giant, slender, tightly clothed man with a golden guitar who when strumming produces a strange mating call the can be heard only by the female gender between the ages of 16 and 24. Seeing this as a great benefit I turn to Dio and he gives me a slight wink and I understand that he must be seeing double. This great giant with the golden guitar/a