
Years ago, some hippy friends of mine always had an Oscar party jam on the night of the Academy Awards, and it was a black tie event... Well, the studio was built in a huge basement (by me, actually), and there was a rental down there, which I rented... So, I went to the jam every year, as I lived with them for a long time...
Well, I don't even own a button up shirt, so I made up tee shirts with pentagrams for me and a few friends that said something like "999 The Anti-Oscar"... My housemates were never all that amused, so I wore that shirt every year...
Anyways, in the basement jams, after a bunch of them would be playing Grateful Dead covers and other boring shit, I really enjoyed getting to jam with some of my buddies, and driving all the hippies out of the room...
In fact, my band mates and I used to know this one girl that we used as a gauge for whether or not a new tune was good or not... If she hated it, we gave ourselves a
