Fiction
A big wail-a-thon, with Akim wrenching beautiful soaring notes from his Strat, Tristan thumping up and down and all around on the bass, and even Jimmy, who has finally remembered to kick his distortion channel on, laying down some chunky rhythm guitar, only to have to switch it off again for the softer ending: the return to the simple reggae beat of the introduction: 'Even the waitress in the restaurant, where we used to go. Even the waitress in the restaurant, she wants to know.' "Damn that song kicks ass!" Jimmy T cheers. "We need to keep ol' Dak here lonely and horny so he can keep writing good shit like that!" Tristan calls out to the waitress behind the bar at the other end of the long room. "Everything sound okay back there?" The waitress flashes us a thumbs-up. "Great!" Jimmy T says, setting his guitar down. "Sound check's over. I'm getting a beer!"
