Free Bird

I filled half glass with a cheap whiskey that I just bought at the market, the day was rainy and I woke up at 5 pm of an any day. As usual I took a seat in the living room with my acoustic guitar and an old notebook which has been accompanied me for some years, I thought in the possibilities and in the dreams – that was how were my first days in the new band.

After the show, I looked behind totally high taking a shot of the beer that now was already hot, greeting each other, we were introduced, they said that they had already seen me at the beach. They told the vocalist have died recently and they needed a new one to take the position, their intention now was to compose some songs, to drop the covers “You seem to be pretty crazy, fella” excited he touched me on the shoulders – we had met in a great time, my head walked a thousand per hour, ideas after ideas, trips, whiskey and drugs – “We are heading to a cabaret now, let's go?”

“I liked the tattoo” one of them commented, I had made a tribal tattoo on the entire arm similar to a drawing I have seen, a certain homage to my mother. Arriving at the place, we talked the whole night, they told what they had already done and the progress of all of that, they got three songs done but they would need a vocalist to take that forward.

There were a few hours I had met the guys. I woke up amid two naked woman on the floor and in an apartment that I didn't know, I smiled and got up totally naked too in search of something to hydrate me – fortunately or unfortunately to my liver I found just beer –, days later we started playing some sounds that to my ears they sounded with aggressiveness at the same time I imagined a hooker on a pole dance.

The cheap whiskey helped me to flow with some lyrics... I composed a song that night... I'm too fucking drunk...