fastfoward-june 21 noon-
i roll into his drive way, ass still hurtin',
body achin', voice was fixing to be crankin. still acting
like it was no big deal. i get to his door,
start ringing the bell...no answer, hmmmmmm, what the fuck. try wrong
fuckin door. all of a sudden i hear this loud ass voice sayin "jerell is
that you?"
BOOM REALITY! i turn the corner to
see him, the man, in pot leaf shorts, and a ozzy shirt. woah. "dude
i've been dying to meet you" i was still like totally freaked, i didn't
say a word, except for "fuck yeah!" he says come on in. woah woah
woah. brief detour--his 10 oclock vocal student was about to bail so i
snapped a couple of pics for dude, he bailed. sebastian "you ready
dude?"
me-"uh, yeah."
as soon as i walked thru the door, it was
like total freedom, it was like total HEAVY FUCKIN METAL! we made
our way to the living room, were almost ready, and he says "you got tapes
right?". "uh, actually, no i don't" "dude, your not serious!" me-"actually,
yeah i am."
so i had to buy some from him. five
bucks a pop, fuck! he said it was because he told me to bring tapes
and i didn't, so i gotta pay fuckin 5 bucks a tape. it was a 2 hour
singing lesson, it's like i had to take out a 2nd mortage just to get their,
now i gotta pay 5 bucks a tape. i didn't
care, i just like to bitch.
o.k. i'm all ready, 5 dollar tapes and
all. first thing ha ha ha. i fucked that up, o.k., fuck but
thats what i was their for to fuck up and for him to say i fucked up and
for his ass to show me how
to do it right. after about 20 mins.
of the first scale, i finally breezed thru it. words to remember
"if your thinking, your stinking!" after about an hour i warmed up,
pumped.....then i love you truly...fuck! but it was easy, don't
know why, but it was a hell of a lot easier than ha ha ha. makes no sense,
but neither do i! it was so awesome to hear the brightness, the melding
of my voice
with his, way cool. o.k. it's about
2, he says "you wanna smoke pot or sing some songs?" of course i
said "lets fire it up!" we did! i got high with my childhood
hero, unreal. o.k. my ride pulls up, (my ride was my mom and little
sister, they weren't gonna miss this for the world)
stoned and pumped, we walk over to my mom
and he says "hey mom, come check out my crib!!!" my mom, the coolest
mom ever, is like "o.k. sonny boy." she unloads film on dude, we
all get a pic together with him, he kissed my little sister on the hand.
way cool. it was over, i was done and we were fixing to bail, not
on his request though, he asked if we would like to stay and chat, but
my mom owns a business and we drove all the way from ohio, so we had to
jet. rolling back on the freeway i realized something very important..
I WAS FUCKIN BROKE!! NO CASH!!!!! but it was probally the best load of
cash i ever spent. i went back once more, i was an hour late, fucking
directions flew out the window.. BAS, DUDE, I SWEAR, THEY REALLY DID! i
only had a 100 bucks on me, and to top it all off he had to go to jeff
buckleys vigil that night. he still was like totally awesome to me
though, and thats something i will never forget. SEBASTIAN, FOR A
FUCKIN HIPPIE YOU RULE MAN!!!!!!! since then i've seen him with pantera,
and two times on his own. he is hands down the best performer hard
rock/metal has to offer and a very cool mother fucker.
thanks for reading this, even with the
improper spelling and puncuation (i'm drunk, forgive me!) it's a
story i'll tell a million more times before i die.
jerell