Some excerpts of a conversation I had on the way to lunch..

“Dude, you can’t buy a flying V, they’re a gimmick guitar…”
“You’re just jealous that *I’M* forming a METAL BAND!!!”

“All I’m saying is that we need to get you away from those 80’s hair bands.”
“Why? Judas Priest is OK, but give me Mr Big any day of the week!”

“You should name your band with some kind of catchy ‘inside joke’, like ‘Looking For Bruce'”
“Who?”
“Bruce Dickenson!!”
“Oh…”
“I just figured it was better than ‘Looking for Dick.. N Son..'”

“Y’know, if you keep listening to Skid Row and Nelson, the metal gods will get you.”
“Then what? Lemmy will fly out of the sky and make me listen to Van Hagar?”

“Ok then, so what’s your band’s name going to be?”
“I don’t know.. something that invokes images of Iron Maiden, and Judas Priest.”
“So ‘Iron Priest’?”
“That’s GREAT!”
“That SUCKS!”
“You’re just jealous that you didn’t think of it.”
“I DID THINK OF IT!”
“Well, you’re just jealous that you’re not in the band.”
“I AM IN THE BAND!”
“Shut up.”

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