Lew's Band Hunt II, Final Vengance

Well, I actually over came my fear of murder and butt rape and went to the band audition. I hung out with the boys from the band for around an hour before we got down to business some serious jamming. So, after we snorted several lines of the finest Columbian, we threw down for a rousing rendition of Local H’s "Bound For The Floor." Which is really humorous for several reasons that my band back home would understand. Anyway, after we stopped jamming the front man Pedro passed out and the bass player named Pattie started to laugh, why you ask. I don’t know and I still don’t. My guess is that he experienced an over dose or an orgasim or both or neither. After Pedro came to his senses, we sat down and talked as if nothing had ever happened. He said that they really need a drummer and that they have gigs coming up soon [their previous drummer must have exploded]. Then they played one of their orginals for me. It was good. Of course, if good means bad. After I listened to it, I lied and said I liked it then called Larry Davidson for some advice. Here is how are conversation went:

Lew: Larry what should I do?

Larry Davidson: [breathing heavily, and talking with a heavy southern draw]: Go Bass fishin.

Lew [inquisitive yet understanding]: Do you really think that’ll help me with my band search?

Larry Davidson [ perplexed]: No sir I don’t chew tobakee but I do like the Bravos.

With that awesome advice in mind I left the studio and went home to rest and think.

STATUS OF LEW’S BAND HUNT: Cooler full of Large Mouth Bass