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[Aug. 2nd, 2007|02:15 pm] |
"You can't." Roger tells him, and shrugs, sliding the staff paper across the table back at Taylor. "You just can't. That's not Well Hungarians stuff. Maybe it's Taylor stuff, and that's cool, you know? But piano isn't really Well Hungarians, it's too classic, plus, we don't have a pianist. I mean, maybe without the piano we could play some, but..."
"I get the point." Taylor snatches up the staff paper, standing up and slinking off. He knows what Roger means, and at some point, it's true, but it's not fair. Roger shouldn't be allowed to fucking censor Taylor becuase he's bored of punk rock. Is that legal? A famous musician, fucking rich as shit, saying that he's bored of playing what made him famous? He needs it lighter. He was angry and punk rock was him, but now everything is better and something softer, maybe toss a piano or a fiddle into the mix and that's how he feels now.
It really isn't fair. And Taylor, well, Roger's his closest friend, but music is Taylor's soul. Music is what he lives for, his food and water and sleep. The idea of not being able to play his music makes him a little nauseous. How else could he do it? The music requires a band: piano, drums, guitar (maybe 2), bass, and piano, with an occasional violin or fiddle. Vocals, of course.
The other thing he doesn't even bother to tell Roger is that he just doesn't want to play bass anymore. Not that he doesn't love the instrument, the beats and melodies it puts out, the life it represents, but it's too much. He wants a real guitar, preferably an acoustic, and he wants to play it. And he wants to sing. Isn't that ridiculous? He's a bassist, and now he wants to completely be a frontman. It nearly makes him laugh. He used to get stage fright from singing, and now that's what he wants.
So what could he do? He loves Garrett and Roger, and they're his band. But if they can't let him play what he wants...
the idea of being separate from them is almost incomprehensible. Roger has been part of his life since he picked up this lifestyle. To not have him in it, well, it's hard to even imagine. Hard to imagine not seeing him trashed, hard to have him not pissing off at fans and reporters and protesters, hard to imagine a band without Roger. As for Garrett... well, what would he do without his pierced-up-and-tattooed drummer? Where would his wisdom and sense and logic be? And even more so, what would it be all about? How could he have a band without his drummer, without his guitarist and vocalist?
It makes his brain hurt, but it needs to be thought about, and he does. |
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