I was determined not to have my illusions shattered so instead closed my eyes and absorbed the musical waves. I didn’t realised how engrossed I had become in the drum loop (you see, already I am picking up the hi-tech terms) but my trance like state was broken with I can only describe as a ‘flick of the nuts’ by Bertie.
‘Are you alright there mate, tuned out a bit there. Listen if you pass out your own yer own mate’. Bertie looked me up and down.
‘In saying that’ he added ‘if you are gonna pass out, let me know. I’ll sample it and use it. Make sure you hit that table for maximum bass effect’. I decided to sit back down on the bed.
The same loop has been playing now for nearly 15 minutes. This was my first understanding of not having a talent for sample based music as to me, in all honesty, it was becoming quite annoying. mONKEYs fOREHEAd however, rocked along whilst blowing plumes of smoke.
Skinny Boy left momentarily and returned with two pints of what looked like diluted orange squash. I acknowledged that there was only two and before I could say anything Bertie spoke up ‘and if you call it squash I’m throwing you through that fucking window’. I kept quite and instead ate a mint from my pocket.
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