the enemy! a rock writer!
you guys never listened to our records. you're all just frustrated musicians. do you know what your magazine said about us? what was it - "the singer's incessant cater walling distracts from an assault with no clear purpose."
yeah, come back here!! keep going!
this is red dog, the allman brothers band's number one roadie.
some money would be nice.
and the chicks are great.
the next album will be even better. more texture.
we used to talk more about this stuff.
the enemy!! yeah!! come to l.a., we'll take some more.
i'm worried, man.
but it's rolling stone. he looks harmless, but he does represent the magazine that trashed eric clapton, broke up cream, ripped led zeppelin, and wrote that lame story about the allman brothers band that bummed duane out before he died. don't forget the rules. this little shit is the enemy. he writes what he sees. but it would be cool to be on the cover.
plus our girlfriends read this magazine and - -- you know.
well.  not to get into a "me" thing.  this is jeff talking.  but i did start the band, some time, actually, ago. this is back when we were the jeff bebe band, and i placed an ad in a magazine called peaches looking for a guitarist and russell hammond answered.
i think he was a gift from god, actually. nobody plays like russell hammond.
everybody pays you compliments. it's not my fucking job to kiss your fucking ass all the time.
hey.
yeah. okay.
how can you tell? i'm just one of the out-of-focus guys.
well, it speaks pretty loudly to me.
i'm always gonna tell you the truth.
oh yeah. all the time.
forgive me. but this is the slow-moving train of compromise that will kill us.
i works as hard or harder than anybody on that stage. you know what i do - i connect. i get people off. i look for the guy who isn't getting off, and i make him get off. actually, that you can print. and yet, why do i always end up feeling like i'm a joke to you? i feel nothing but love for you. we're a family.
oh, this is the part where you quit -
no i gotta tell the truth -- i want you to like me. but sometimes i feel like you collect people who love you and then very skillfully.  you make them feel bad that they're not good enough for you.
deal with it! and let me just say what nobody else wants to say to you -
your looks have become a problem.
bring him in! we'll send him out on a rail!
doris is the soul of this band! that bus has been our home since we were the jeff bebe band.
" .  skyscrapers and everything."
leslie!
the cover of rolling stone. and we made it together. they don't just put somebody with one little hit on the cover of rolling stone fucking magazine, man. we made it.
what happened to you last night?
we shouldn't be here.
"electrical storm?"
i can't breathe.
we're gonna crash in elvis' hometown --
-- we can't even die in an original city!
i did too.
i also slept with leslie, when you were fighting.
i don't love you, man. i never did.
none of us love you. you act above us. you always have!!
you just held it over us, like you light leave.  like we're lucky to be with you. and we had to live with it. i had to live with you, and now i might die with you and it's not fucking fair.
and i'm still in love with you leslie.
don't be self-righteous, russell, not now. you were sleeping with penny, that groupie. last summer, and up until yesterday. why don't you tell leslie that?
well, i think we can build on this new honesty.
look. let's just piece together our information.  because the fact-checker asked us all about different parts of the story.
it. all. he's using it all.
so what? we come off like amateurs.  some average band.  trying to come to grips, jealous and fighting and breaking up - we're buffoons!
he was supposed to be our friend.
they used him to fuck us.
he was never a "person!" he was a journalist!
is that true?