Oedipussy

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opening of the door.
    "I call this first meeting of the band of the next decade," I began with a sniffle and a nod. They were modest men of little words, but incredible talent. They smiled and acknowledged me, and it was a moment of revelation and acceptance of our fates together.
    Bajingle.
    "Let’s talk about tonight. We have our set lists, and everything is all set. What are we forgetting?"
    "What do we do after the first half hour?" Steve ‘The Practical’ had a point.
    "Right. Well, we haven't really gone much farther than that, have we? Five songs, about three to five minutes each. Consensus, gentlemen: what do you think we should do?"
    Bajingle-Bajingle.
    The whoosh of the espresso machine.
    "I think we should jam," Kurt interjected. "In between. We've done well with that." The man said little, but it was always a gem of wisdom.
    I looked at John and Steve, and they nodded in agreement.
    Bajingl e .
    "John, when we finish a song, start...something jazzy, four-four, and we will come in? Do you want to change key each song, or keep to the same?"
    "I call sticking to C or E," Steve began. "Most of our songs are there anyway, and it would transition well."
    "Good call. And maybe a little intermission in the middle or so? Go no longer than seven minutes of that, and move to a real song?"
    "Sure," Steve continued, "and let's alternate, C, E, C, E, C."
    Bajingl e .
    Kurt seemed happy.
    "Kurt?" Steve wanted to check.
    "You guys are on rhythm and bass, so I will just do what makes sense."
    Bajingl e .
    "Perfect."
    Bajingle. Wooshshshshshhhh. Spa-clink.
    "Anything else?" I scanned. No one seemed to have any comment - bajingle - and I wanted to commemorate the night with a rallying battle cry.
    In one of my classes we read the speech from Henry IV about Saint Crispin and coming back with scars and talking about the triumph of the day even though the battle was dire and it was impossible to win the war. We were going into this show with absolutely nothing - bajingle - and like Hal I was leading this small band of brothers to the front with little more than an idea and a few songs.
    This wasn't Shakespeare. This wasn't war.
    Just start, already.
    "We are here tonight to do something new. We are here to make a community stronger, to make our bond stronger, to make a masterpiece of music and sound (bajingle) and a bond of determination. We will rouse the saints of goodly notes  (bajingle) and trumpet them on high to our small audience. We will be their sound-gods, carrying the armies of the muses to the forefront of our little cafe in the middle of Twin Falls Idaho, and purchase their hearts and minds to follow us. They will revel in us.
    "We are going to carry the children of Twin Falls to their musical apex, assisting them to be the notes, and march to our rhythms like the little cherub rats of Hamelin following their note-driven Piper away."
    Where was I getting this stuff? The espresso maker 'whoowoowooshed' in response.
    "So tonight, we drink in our music and our successes. We focus on what we are and what energies we have. We focus on everything we want to be because of everything that has come before us and drives through us. We do it tonight because Cobain can't."
    From down the hall we heard a change in the atmosphere. The silence was immediately apparent.
    "Ladies and gentlemen," Paul began, "Welcome to the Caffeine Machine's first show in what we hope will be a new perio...." I tried to stop paying attention so I could finish my speech.
    "We will be going out there in a minute. But I wanted to just-"
    "...and here they are, for the first time at-"
    "I wanted to say, thank you for going on this journey with me. Let's go out and have some fun and really make some magic." I put my hand in the middle, and then Kurt, and then Steve, and then John. "We are-"
    "Ladies and gentlemen,"
    Paul, John, Steve, Kurt, and I said it together.
    "The Dawn Ego."
    We left the stockroom and turned down the hall. At the end of the hallway, a

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