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I was leading people down a too-literal path with my question; when I say "dream band" I mean like DREAM, it's alright to say you're playing whatever instrument, at any proficiency you want, with whomever you want. It was my bad, bringing up the "guitar ability" thing, but I meant for y'all to dream big. Want to play guitar like Iommi? Fine. Want to be a better sax player than Coltrane and Parker? Great. Hell, if you wanna BE someone else, that's fine too. I spend many waking hours wishing I was Natasha Lyonne, for instance. My dream band lineup could've included "me (as Natasha Lyonne) - guitar, bass, keys, sax, souzaphone." Your dream band could be on Mars.

But anyway, I am still pleased that most everyone wrote something. So here's another question, and yeah this one IS based in reality:

Q - Name and describe a friend you had for a year or more who you've lost touch with, and any crazy crap you did.

In my senior year, I had a friend Mike who, it happens was A BASSIST (where do they all come from?), and was quite serious about it. He worshiped Nikki and the Crue, followed closely by Cliff Burton and Metallica. Guess who I saw, first period, first moment in school, in the hall, the day after Cliff died? Mike was upset, boy. With his personal worship relationship to Cliff, I'm surprised he showed up at all, in retrospect.
Mike was a more straight metaller than I, but I managed to get him to listen to SOME twisted thrash. He had a good flat, serious wit. I think he had no car, or limited car-using privileges (his mom was a tight-ass). I remember taking him to visit this girlfriend very late, and their "kiss goodnight" became a 90 minute doing-something-more session while I waited outside all pissed. I had no perspective; my friend was having sex and I felt mad for being kept waiting. Silly of me. Our first-period class was Spanish. We started the year with a great, fun teacher who left for hospital work, and stayed gone, eventually dying of a brain tumor. He was replaced with a witchy bitch teacher. Mike never tried to do any work for her; whenever she called on him, literally every time, his answer was always "No se."
For someone who worshipped Nikki Sixx, Mike was pretty intellectual. He scoffed when I said I liked the Catch 22 movie but hadn't really gotten far into the book. "That's one of the greatest novels ever written," he admonished. I've since read it and seen the movie again and while the movie kicks ass the book is great. So if you see Mike, tell him.