“Band”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 3

Here we are again.

I bullshit my way into a band, saying I can play bass. I get away with it until our first gig. I’m putting my clothes on, but they say I must wear a dress.

When it comes to the gig. I use a ghettoblaster strung around my neck instead of a bass. They buy it.

And so it goes on. Classic imagery, along with a prescient idea about modern music performance. I think I’d try that if I were in a band now. If, if, if.