NETWORK.

[cacophonish]

Who: Jeff Calhoun
Username: freakscene
Warnings: None yet.

hey does anyone play any instruments? i finally got a guitar so it'd be cool to jam sometime

[ maybe start a band... maybe cast a whole lot of spells on audiences in whatever passes for Gloucester's nightlife... ]

hey! while i'm here! you guys should totally check out this app thing these other guys showed me
its called spotify
its really fucking cool i can't BELEIVE how much musics on their
like holy shit the butthole surfers new album is fucking amazing!!

[ And by 'new album' he means Electriclarryland, released in, uh... 1996. ]

ive got 25 yrs of music to catch up on so can you guys rec some bands or albums from after 1995? maybe even after 2000
i swear this is work related

Comments

[bigporkenergy]

[That... that didn't escalate at all. Galliard is almost disappointed.]

the music isn't that bad
but in the middle of the night?
not cool

[cacophonish]

[ It's like trying to pick a fight with a golden retriever. Hard Mode conflict. ]

but you think the musics good?

[ ooooops missing the point ]

[bigporkenergy]

[It's okay, Galliard is losing the point of this conversation too.]

it's different
not like anything I listened to before

we didn't have a lot of music where I'm from

[cacophonish]

fuck man
thats a drag :-( my life would be fucking empty without music

wait tho maybe that means i SHOULD play my music louder
you know like expand your horizons!

[bigporkenergy]

what
NO

not in the middle of the night!

[cacophonish]

what about when the suns up
since you live next door you should just come by while im jamming

action?

[bigporkenergy]

[ . . . . ]

you're just going to play whenever anyway, aren't you?

[And a few moments later, there's a knock on Jeff's door.]

action!

[cacophonish]

[ Jeff opens the door, and he looks at Galliard, blinking without any recognition, as if he didn't just invite him over, like, moments ago. ]

Hey, man, what's up?

[ Then, it dawns on him. ]

Oh! You're-- Next door, right?

[bigporkenergy]

Yeah, I'm next door.

[Galliard shoves his hands in the pockets of his jacket and shrugs.]

If you're going to keep me awake, I should know what I'm listening to, huh?

[cacophonish]

[ That's a fair point. Jeff nods and moves back from the door, inviting him in. Without preamble, he flops onto the edge of his bed and takes up his guitar again. ]

The Nervous Tix. [ A beat, then he shrugs and glances down at the strings as he gives a little strum. ] Or what's left of them.

[ 'What's left,' like his bandmates were the ones who disappeared, instead of Jeff getting flung 20-some years into the future. ]