Phew! Finally completed. I’ll start recording vocals next week and post a link to the mp3 when it’s done.
Later that night…
“Dude, are you going to the concert?”
“Hell yeah I’m going, I’m dyonysean.”
“Its spelled ‘dionysian’, idiot.”
“Oh, whatever. As long as there are chicks dressed in fish-nets there, I’m going, dude.”
“Cool. We’ll have a keg too, with german beer, because that’s what dionysus drank.”
“Sounds good, but I have to be back by midnight. My dad’s in a bad mood and he’s taking it out on me.”
“Kill your dad, dude. Morrison did, you know.”
“Really?”
“Or wait…maybe that was just lyrics in the song. I’m not sure if he did it for real.”
“Oh. But that would be cool…to kill your own father. The chicks would dig that.”
“Yeah.”
“Say, when Australians rap, can you hear their accents?”
“I dunno, never heard one rap before.”
“[ahem]… Shrimp on the barby, my game is gnarley, if I ever get to america…I’m buyin a harley.”
“Dude, you spit mad lyrics!”
“Well, I am the illest in the bush, you know.”
“See you tonight, mate.”
“You know it dude.”