yeah. okay. fuck off anyway. we play for fans, not critics. well don't stop there. he's with us. red dog! how're the guys? and it's okay, because rock and roll is a lifestyle. and a way of thinking and it's not about money and "popularity!" - but it's a voice that says here i am. and fuck you if you can't understand me. but we didn't do it for that! we are here because we needed to fuckin be here, not just 'cause we needed to away from troy, michigan, which we did. but what it all comes down to is that thing. the indefinable thing, when people catch something from your music, the thing you put into it. i'm talking about. what am i talking about? the buzz! and the chicks, the whatever, is an off-shoot of the buzz. and like -- you saying you liked "fever dog?" that is the fucking buzz, man. all we get are these fucking old-ass interviewers who don't understand, don't listen, don't appreciate why we are here, which is the fuckin' buzz. but. it's not what you put in, is it? it's what you leave out. listen to. listen to marvin gaye. that's what you remember. the silly things, the little things. there's only one, and it makes the song. it's what you leave out. that's rock and roll. okay. see, this is maybe the most honest we've ever been in an interview because you know our music. you're the first press guy we've made friends with. we don't normally talk like this to them. and you're supposed to be the enemy! what are you - 18? there you go. still young enough to be honest. the enemy! penny lane? like the song, right? come on, let's go. both of you. - get in the huddle. so. you want to come up to l.a., we'll be at the "riot house" all week. the continental hyatt house! it's on sunset strip. well tell your friend miss penny lane to call me. tell her "it ain't california without her. we want her around like last summer." say it like that. oh, i'm under the name - harry houdini. alright. what? you're retired like frank sinatra is retired. come to arizona. we leave thursday morning. 9 am. and pack light this time. jesus. absolutely. what. i never graduated. and look what happened. you're here interviewing me. come by in a few minutes. we'll do the interview. naw, we can trust him. he's a fan. leave it to me. we'll get a good story. you made your point. i'll take to him. you know. we should talk about what we don't talk about. no, i - i went to catholic school. i believe in guilt and. you know, if there's any to be had, i pretty much want to roll around in it. i'm just saying, it's okay to talk about it. alright - now we're talking. yes, i'm in too truthful a mood! go away! go away! well, shit. thank you. well then who's fucking job is it? because my ass is dying for a kiss. and i know yours is too. see, this is what nobody writes about! the in-between times! this! us! right now!! whoa! i need three more beers and my guitar before i can answer that question. let's take a walk. for a minute i thought you were actually a real journalist. which is. you know, it's great. shut that thing off, and i'll tell you the truth. look. i trust you. i'm going to lay this right on you. just make us look cool. that's what i'm worried about. see - some of us have girlfriends back home. some of us have wives. and. some of the people you meet on the road are really amazing people. you know what i mean? see, you're dangerous. most people are just waiting to talk, but you listen. so your question you asked me. i think about it every fucking night. the "business." i hate it! i grew up with these guys, okay? i can't play all that i can play, i'm past these musicians, do you understand? the more popular we get, the more i can't walk on them, the bigger their houses get, the more pressure. you forget, man. you forget what it was like to be real, to be a fan. you can hear it in a lot of bands who've been successful - it doesn't sound like music anymore. it sounds like. like lifestyle maintenance. i used to be able to hear the sounds of the world. everything, to me, used to sound like music. everything. now i don't hear it. you know what i'm trying to say? man, it feels good to say this stuff out loud. but what am i doing? i'm telling secrets to the one guy you don't tell secrets to. this is good. so there's the "friend" and then there's the "interview guy." so tonight it's "friend". and when we wake up tomorrow - "interview guy." we'll figure it out as we go, buddy. it burns. it feels like a dose of lead shooting through your body. and then you see god, and he says, "how bad do you want to be legendary?" and god damnit. i let go. rock and roll. fire away. i'm ready. i'm on the "you" train. take me there. when did you get so professional? can we just skip the vibe and go straight to us laughing about this? because i can see by your face - you want to get into this - here we go. it's a t-shirt. are you doing coke again? excuse me, but didn't we all get into this to avoid responsibility? you can trust him, you can say whatever you want. is it my turn? because i think we should, for once, say what we really mean. right. i'm so predictable. stick to singing, brother, 'cause you ain't gonna make it as a shrink. what? hello harry. from here on out, i'm only interested in what's real. you know, you know all about us and i don't know shit about you. what's your. your family like? tell me. okay, that's good. that's enough. if they want me, they can find me. hey, man, you know what? write whatever you want. i trust you. on my better days, yes. i am "woooooo, russell from stillwater!" you. aaron. are what it's all about. you are real. your room is real. your friends are real. you are more important than. than. all the silly machinery. and you know it! in eleven years it's gonna be 1984, man. think about that! yes. take it! what? okay. good to know. topeka. check it out. faces. stones. sa-weet baby james!! none of these people are gonna be around in twenty years! plastic begets plastic!! black plastic. i am a golden god!! i am a golden god!! and you can tell rolling stone magazine my last words were - critic!! okay i got it. i got it. i got it. i got it. this is better. last words okay. thanks for saving my life. i won't hold it against you. the band is over. this is my family now. i know what you're doing. and i like it. look at him. he's taking notes with his eyes. how do we know he's not a cop? go away! come on man, we'll have more time there. don't be tense!! come to cleveland. come to cleveland. can we help it if we like having you around! i feel. like his parents. i wonder how that happened. i hadn't, no. cleveland! tell her you're a slave to the groove - you can't help it! hi mom! it's russell hammond, i play guitar in stillwater! it's my fault. how does it feel to be the mother of the future of rock journalism? hello? yes. rich? i don't think so - yes, ma'am. yes. yes. your mom kind of freaked me out. then bring him in. we'll finish on the way to boston. you can fly home from boston. we already have a manager. he's been with us from the beginning. we travel by bus. hey man, it's not about the money! it's about playing music, and turning people on! this is not us. this is too much. hey! welcome to the road crew poker party. this game's been going of for two years. look. nobody's feelings are getting hurt here. she already knows leslie's coming to new york tomorrow. they all understand. this is the circus. everybody's trying not to go home. nobody's saying goodbye. these are the rules that come with every electric guitar and every amplifier. they're not just written anywhere. rock and roll, brother. no attachments. no boundaries. so penny our friend has gained another year. but long ago, she threw it in gear. she rocked the south the east and west. could you please get off this endless tour where we're black sabbath's fucking special guest? "new york. just like i pictured it. " we showed you america. we did everything but get you laid. make it out to - ? after the party. i'll come to your room - i promise. we'll talk. this is leslie, by the way. leslie, this is our wayward friend from rolling stone. the enemy. ah ha! there you are, ya little fucker. come on -- -- i'll piss to that. follow me. dennis hope took me aside, and wants to manage me solo. says to lose the band by february. should i do it? i have no perspective anymore. oh - get this - somebody told penny lane i sold her for beer. the network of these chicks! like i would do that. it's jeff who told her, right? not you, right? none of these guys can just calm down and be a fuckin adult. now she's here, freaking out. leslie can smell it. why didn't you come back to the party? bob dylan showed up. he was sitting at our table for. had to be an hour, right? just rapping. bob dylan! i kept looking for you. i was going to introduce you. "peggy sure. peggy sue. " "pretty pretty pretty pretty peggy sue. " doris, we miss you! rock and roll. shut up. c'mon dennis, get us a better city. if something should happen. i love all of you. i don't think we have to do the secrets thing. i slept with marna, dick. you. slept with jeff? and you say you "love me." please. enough. you hate me? you too? whatever happens, you're dead. so what? maybe we just don't see ourselves the way we really are. i told him to write what he wanted. oh my god. i didn't say "golden god." or did i? i liked him as a person. you. you had the right idea all along. i forgot he was there. i feel bad. what did i do? yeah. is penny okay? well, it's finally over with leslie. i'm going to call her. i'm not going to blame myself. i do make people happy. they just shouldn't get to know me. 'cause it appears to spoil everything. what gives you the right to get this personal with me. hi, i'm russel hammond. my life. i don't care what happens. i don't care if you put us on the cover. but you sent us a kid and. and he was a fan. and we all made friends with him - absolutely, to get a good story. but then we actually liked him. we thought he's. show us our lives in some mythic way and i guess. we're not mythic. we panicked. yeah, well, here's the problem with the truth. it's too true - i'm not punching anybody. i am personally, as of 2 pm yesterday, on a voyage of self-reinvention. this is about william miller. he lives with us, he lost his virginity, he saw us at our worst, appreciated our best, he saved two lives, including mine. he smuggled about a half-pound of pot into boston, and we never even told him - thank god. maybe so. but god forbid, the day comes when selling yourself is as important as the music you make. you might have died at the right time, my friend. do what you want, but the story is true.