TimWilson
05-30-2008, 09:54 AM
I guess it was the six of Heineken right before bedtime. I had a dream (see: nightmare) that I was in a scroungy little country bar - sawdust floors, disgusting fly-tape, rickety tables - and talking bass with Greg Bump over (you guessed it) a frosty cold Heineken.
Anyway, some guy comes up and asks if one of us can help out on bass. Greg - more smugly sober than I - wisely declines. I, with the boisterous confidence that only many Heinekens can grant, rise to the occasion.
There's no stage. I'm led to a dark little corner of the bar where David Allan Coe is sitting with Greg, who somehow got there ahead of me and is already chilling in the shadows. (Remember, it was a dream.) Coe hands me a bass and starts playing something on guitar. He looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to jump in...
I remember absolutely nothing about how this instrument is played. I fumble helplessly about for an eternity while Greg looks more and more embarrassed to have been seen with me in public. I try everything I know to get focused, but Heinekens, y'know? Coe finally snatches the bass away from me and dismisses me with a contemptuous wave of his crusty old hand.
So there, Greg. Ya happy? Now I'm inferior even in my dreams! And you didn't even have to crush me with your wicked double-thumping! Bastard. I'm taking up ukeléle.
t.
Anyway, some guy comes up and asks if one of us can help out on bass. Greg - more smugly sober than I - wisely declines. I, with the boisterous confidence that only many Heinekens can grant, rise to the occasion.
There's no stage. I'm led to a dark little corner of the bar where David Allan Coe is sitting with Greg, who somehow got there ahead of me and is already chilling in the shadows. (Remember, it was a dream.) Coe hands me a bass and starts playing something on guitar. He looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to jump in...
I remember absolutely nothing about how this instrument is played. I fumble helplessly about for an eternity while Greg looks more and more embarrassed to have been seen with me in public. I try everything I know to get focused, but Heinekens, y'know? Coe finally snatches the bass away from me and dismisses me with a contemptuous wave of his crusty old hand.
So there, Greg. Ya happy? Now I'm inferior even in my dreams! And you didn't even have to crush me with your wicked double-thumping! Bastard. I'm taking up ukeléle.
t.