A band has moved into my apartment building. They live downstairs, and they suck. Not that if the White Stripes moved in downstairs and decided to start practicing during the day would I think that was really cool either. I'm not at home for most of the day, so it's not the biggest of deals, but when I get home from school, I don't like the idea of some garage band working on their rendition of some Pearl Jam cover.
Also, one of the key parts of a garage band is a garage. They don't call them apartment bands.
But I am very excited they have a drummer. Because drummers are loud.
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That sucks. The only way to defeat a garage (apartment) band is volume. You must become louder...
Baker--
The only time we can practice is right after classes, and we can't practice at Bates' anymore because his Mom got mad, and Serr says he can't keep the drums at his house. So, like, sorry man. It's the only place we can play.
And by the way, it's mostly Ramones and Dictators stuff we are working on right now.
You start cranking out the Descendants or the Minutemen and I'll do some guest vocals. Because I can scream real good.
Just suck it up and watch your fellow LSU fans at play.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwT-4eBqt-o
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