CUT TO: INTERIOR. KITCHEN OF VINCE'S APARTMENT. NIGHT.
The kitchen is typical bachelor - dirty dishes everywhere. John is leaning against the sink, Vince is sitting at the table looking through the want-ads in the Village Voice.
The solo thing just ain't happening. It's like you're one guy against the world. At least with a band, if you have a shitty gig you can feel like you all sucked together - as a team.
(turns the page)
There's clubs in Jersey that'll pay a nice chunk-a-change for a good rock and roll band. If you can get 200 people dancing and drinking they'll pay some good money.
(Looking at a pot on the stove filled with water and beans) What's up with these beans?
(Still reading paper) Fuck if I know. They're hard as a rock.
Is this what we're supposed to be having for dinner? How long have you been soaking them?
Maybe I'll just join a band then take over.
Here's a good one (he reads from the paper) "LOBOTOMY. Greatest band ever seeks front man. Hear it to believe it. Must have pro gear, attitude and hair. NO LOSERS!"
Pro gear, attitude and hair. (looks at John) Pro hair - what do you think that is?
Whatever it is you don't have it. Plus it said no losers.
That's discrimination. Here we go: "Bassis Sought". No 'T'. I've always felt like I could use a basis in my life. Never thought to advertise for one.