Once in class, there were a couple of amusing exchanges between our teacher (Spooner) and the drummer (B). Spooner came in asking if any of us were smokers. B said he had just quit but had a pack out in his truck. Spooner asked B if he could get the keys to the truck to go get a smoke; B was incredulous but ended up walking out to the truck with him. B fortunately did not succumb to temptation himself, letting Spooner have the whole pack.
Later, we were going over the U2 song One (which is good though I've heard it done way too often at The Mint), and Spooner was telling B he wasn't playing this particular beat right. B insisted that he was playing it correctly; Spooner eventually went over to the drumset to demonstrate what he meant. B said with his adorable Scottish accent "I guess we'd better tell Larry he doesn't know how to play his own song then!" Spooner said, "Who's Larry?" (Even I'd figured out he was talking about U2's drummer.) B said "I've seen him play it fifty times, man! That's not the fucking beat I tell you!" Spooner still insisted that it was. It was really funny.
Soon after getting home I headed out again for
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