- Bomb Texas for freedom -

I’ve been in a quandry since I moved to good old Bill-Burg. I have roof access, the way to the roof is only a few feet away. Barely anyone goes up there, and there has to be something cool to do with it.

I thought of a garden, and I thought of some sort of coffee nook thing. Then something happened last weekend.

I was helping ms. brit clean out her apartment and the other students in her apartment complex were doing the same. One of those blessed foriegn souls tossed their guitar.

It was in good condition, it just needed some strings and a tuning.

Well you know another man’s garbage…

Ms. Brit refused to let me smash it in front of her building. It’s too bad I had it all planned too, I was going to do a classic Pete Townshend windmill a power slide, a few notes from the ending of A Quick One, then smashy-smashy.

Ms. Brit’s been protecting it, and it’s been sitting forelorningly. If an object was ever made to be destroyed it’s that one.

Then I was listening to U2 on my iPod, then the Beatles came on. Then I was thinking about the hallmark of any great band is one awesome show on a roof.

Then I realized I have a roof.

So I figured I have three months to learn how to play guitar, get a band together, get a few hits, throw that kick ass roof show. Then smashy-smashy.

Yes it’s complicated, but on… ok on paper it’s as complicated as well.

Ok fine, if I skip the learning guitar part to learn a few songs, gather a few friends that have musical talent, skip the recording deal, throw roof show, then smashy-smashy!

Perfect.