beer rules....
one beer does make you play better, because you loosen up a little and quit reciting the pentatonic-mixolydian-traumatosis-vanhalen scale when trying to solo over two bars at the blues jam.
two beers makes you think your playing maybe doesn't suck after all, so you turn your amp up four notches and order another beer.
three beers makes you think why the fuck did that guy not give me a five minute solo I rightfully deserve because I paid good damn money for this Jeff Beck signature strat made in Ho Chi Min city. I'm gonna have a talk with him after the set.
four beers makes you have that talk with the guy who didn't give you that long solo during the, he apologizes and buys you a beer. you become lifelong friends...
five beers makes that ugly woman you wish would leave the bar look really cute. You go talk to her and really, her breath isn't THAT bad and so what if she's high on meth, no one's perfect. I'm gonna have another beer.....
six beers you go up and grab the mic at the jam and start singing Last Train to Clarkesville in the middle of slow blues in G. The meth girl left with another guy, what a bitch.
seven beers, well you think you might have had seven but you woke up at 4 am on the sidewalk and it looks like some drunk puked on you when you took a nap. You go to look for your car but have to take another nap.......
sometimes water isn't so bad. two beers is better though..... :-)
one beer does make you play better, because you loosen up a little and quit reciting the pentatonic-mixolydian-traumatosis-vanhalen scale when trying to solo over two bars at the blues jam.
two beers makes you think your playing maybe doesn't suck after all, so you turn your amp up four notches and order another beer.
three beers makes you think why the fuck did that guy not give me a five minute solo I rightfully deserve because I paid good damn money for this Jeff Beck signature strat made in Ho Chi Min city. I'm gonna have a talk with him after the set.
four beers makes you have that talk with the guy who didn't give you that long solo during the, he apologizes and buys you a beer. you become lifelong friends...
five beers makes that ugly woman you wish would leave the bar look really cute. You go talk to her and really, her breath isn't THAT bad and so what if she's high on meth, no one's perfect. I'm gonna have another beer.....
six beers you go up and grab the mic at the jam and start singing Last Train to Clarkesville in the middle of slow blues in G. The meth girl left with another guy, what a bitch.
seven beers, well you think you might have had seven but you woke up at 4 am on the sidewalk and it looks like some drunk puked on you when you took a nap. You go to look for your car but have to take another nap.......
sometimes water isn't so bad. two beers is better though..... :-)
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