In a big room, playing with synths and stuff. I start vamping on a bitty keyboard, and one girl likes it and wants to start playing together. I walk around and there’s a huge modular that’s roped off. I walk back and look at some of the other synths.
Another room (looks like my parent’s bedroom at 30700), I hit a drum with a soft mallet and the guy freaks out. They’re looking at my guitar, and say that it’s actually Leslie West’s-that’s why it has great tone. They’re messing around with it and I want it back in my hands.
My exciting life, this place