We've got a huge rehearsal space that is also a party room, and occasionally, a private strip joint. It's great! Tons of chicks are always lounging around topless on the furniture, waiting to "help" the band members between songs.
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Speaking of band members, I nearly forgot to introduce our members.
On the 4 string motherf*cker, we have Major Rager. He's a quiet dude, but he has been known to bash heads in without warning. Hasn't changed his strings since 1832, so they say. We don't really know for sure, he won't tell us. But he doesn't melt faces, he makes bodies explode.
Beating the 5 skins of the drums, is our good pal Bizarre Bezoar. He is one of the few percussionists on the entire planet that can actually count. There are times I need to look at him with my own eyes when we're playing and make sure he doesn't actually have 8 arms, like an octopus, because that's how he sounds. Likes to eat strange things.
Mr. Anton Crowley on vocals. He's very mysterious and into the dark arts and crafts. Often, he shows up smelling like flying ointment.
Anton has been bringing an herb called Black Henbane to jam sessions, obviously this is in addition to the copious amount of alcohol and mountains of bud and piles of yayo everywhere...he makes a nice tea with it. I'm not sure how it works, but we all drink a little bit and then something happens that I can't explain, but when we use this stuff, we can write the most awesome music! Plus, the flowers are pretty!
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Here's an example. The first few lines of a few different songs.
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If your bands haven't tried flying ointment or henbane tea yet, you're missing out!
