Jace’s Place Chapter 2 Part 1


Nutrition proved to be a bust, as half our group had skipped school entirely. Jace and I went to his garage, but only Max was there. Tim 364He quickly sniffed our pockets. Finding no pot, he became disgruntled, and looked forlornly at us, barking several times to tell us we had to go out and score for him. We moved to Robby’s where he and Mary were still sleeping. Robby handed me a couple of joints and told us to come back at a more reasonable hour. Max wagged his tail furiously when we returned. John, Dave and Jazz had skipped and were waiting for us. Max had given them the word. Soon he was stretched out on his back, unable to get up, while the rest of us told their stories of the previous night’s tripping.
“I got totally naked,” Jazz told us, showing the scratches on his chest, “and was fucking this awesome chick, but when I was done, she really was nothing but an old, dirty blanket.”
“Nothing new about that,” Dave joked, “except it’s usually your nasty old pillow.”
“Well, you said you met Jesus,” Jazz retorted.
“Did you guys get it on?” John teased Dave. “Maybe you confessed all your sins with the old priest”
“Don’t be so gay.” Dave mumbled.
“Why so subdued, dude?” Jazz asked.
“I knew it was wrong to worship idols, but I did it anyway. Now I’m paying the price. Maybe another hit will get rid of my headache.”
“Maybe you should go confess to the old priest.”
Dawn walked in, complaining that she had come by earlier and only Max was there.
“Did he bark at you to go get some weed?”
“Yeah, so I scored at gym class. I hate going to gym class.”
“Lite it up.”
Max perked up his ears. Somehow he made it to his feet to make the rounds of second-hand hits. He ended up in the corner, sighing, with his right front paw over his eye.Tim 317
“Look at Spot in the corner,” someone said.
Jace and I moved on either side of Max. We stroked and scratched him until he fell asleep with his head on Jace’s lap and the rest of him on me.
“What a nice family moment,” Dave teased. “Tell us about your tripping last night.
“I can’t remember anything before we got home,” Jace said.
“Me, too,” I added. “It’s like a dream that faded quickly.”
“You didn’t come home last night,” John accused Jace.
“Oh, I crashed at Tim’s. We wrote a song for our new band. We practiced it until we could barely stand up.”
“New band?” John questioned him. “You don’t even have a decent amp. You can’t have a band with a practice amp.”
“We’re working on it,” he answered. “But the new song is called ‘False Gods.’ We wrote it when we got back and could remember more about last night’s ceremony.”
“So you think Robby’s ritual was all false?” John asked.
“No. We are false gods, wanting to be worshiped by you sheep.”
“Bah, Bah,” Iggy walked in. “Yer all sheep.”
This kidding went on and on. They wanted me to sing the new song. I told them it wasn’t finished. Someone put Zeppelin on the stereo, and we all sung ‘Stairway to Heaven.’


Instead of going to Robby’s later for afternoon delight/Colombian Gold, Jace and I went back to my room. We were both excited about working on songs. He plugged into his practice amp and played the ‘False Gods’ chorus, even faster than the night before.


“If you play it that fast, nobody will understand the lyrics.”
“Try dropping down an octave and filling in the bottom, like a bass, while I add some leads at the end of each line.” tim-664
We tried this mix, but I switched back to his high pitch guitar range without meaning to.
“I wanna sing it with you, not fill in the bottom,” I complained.
“And I thought you liked being the bottom,” he razzed me.
“Okay,” as I went to my knees and leaned way back, “I’ll show you a real bottom.”
He played the leads first, then switched to the chorus. I slid under his guitar and sang from the bottom of my diaphragm instead of the top of my larynx. I shuffled on my knees so I was right underneath him. Tim 616 He rocked the guitar against my outstretched groin, thrusting it at me. He was lost in his playing while I lusted for his guitar. By the time he stopped, his dick was fully aroused. My butt ached for it and gave me an obvious boner.
“We can’t play in front of people like this,” he complained.
“Jace, you’ll drive the girls mad with that humongous dick.”
“It’s too gay.”
“Nothing’s too gay between us.”
“Oh, yeah, right.” Then he kissed me.
“That’s pretty gay,” I concurred.
“What if I can’t help it?”
“Hey, any publicity is better than none. We’ll be the first band with a gay following.
“What about Bowie? T Rex, Mott the Hopple?”
“What about Golden Earring? ‘Radar Love.’
We sang, in harmony, “We’ve got a thing, that’s called radar love. We’ve got a light in the sky,….. radio played that forgotten song, ….one more radar lover gone.”

GOLDEN EARRING “Radar Love” (G.Kooymans/B.Hay)

I pounded on my bureau the’ bam bom bom bom butta bom bom’ beat until Jace started his leads into ‘radio played…”  I screamed out the words, going as high as I could, leaning back to back with Jace, my body jerking to his thrashing motion on guitar. He was so into it he didn’t notice when I wound an old Alaska scarf around both our necks. When he hit the final chord and jumped up, I violently shook on his back, caught by the scarf. Jace got into it and spun me around. We bounced up and down together, our dicks obviously happy to see each other again. I looked at him, thinking he’d freak out and throw me aside He smiled and we just got goofy, until we both collapsed.
“You got that chord?” I asked
He played it perfectly. First time (No. 8 today).
“He’s the boy who breaks all the rules.He takes his time until you’re primed, then gets it done in 60 seconds flat. Out the door always wanting more. Don’ t tell him you’ll do it later when you know he’s gonna do you now. Love it.”
Jace perked up when he heard ‘love.’
“Yeah, love song. You promised we’d start today.”
“You in love?”
“Yup,” goofy grin. Tim 577
“Me, too.”
“How long’s it been?”
“Same as you.”
“You always knew?”
“Sure, no doubt. You came for help. Works every time. My main fault.”
“How come you ain’t beat up a lot.”
“I know why the hater hates and have been there myself.”
“You’re cool.”
“You’re hot.”
“Unfair. Reset…”

Listening to love songs on am/fm radio:

‘(Love, love, love)
(Love, love, love)
(Love, love, love)
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung

Writer(s): Gary Glitter, Paul Mccartney, Mike Leander, John Lennon
Copyright: Sony/ATV Tunes LLC, MCA Music Ltd.

“We’re not doing that song,” Jace decided.
“But that’s our feeling. So acknowledge the inspiration. Let your own music come out. Don’t think that you’re trying to be better than the Beatles. Just play what you feel – make it our chord – we’ll go from there. I’ll write down what we say. So to get others to listen, try to rhyme, ‘cause a real rhyme in time rings true. People want the truth. They will pay. So play, you and I talk in rhyme and someone will still know it’s a silly love song. Go.”
“I’ll start:

‘I never thought I’d feel this way.
I go around happy every day.”
“My goofy grin,
takes it on the chin.”
“We’re perfect for each other
I can’t think of any other..”
“Then you, you fool.”

“Not a rhyme,” we stopped.
Jace did his lines twice,

“I wake up every day with you by my side,
You reach and touch me when I say goodbye.
There’s no future, so let’s have now.
Don’t ask, some way, somehow.
We’re perfect for each other,
I can’t think of another.
I can’t trust love, but who can say
Knowing you’re here to stay?”

I wrote it all down, even when it didn’t rhyme or had different rhythms.
When Jace listened to a lyric, he’d play a different chord as the words in the lyric struck his imagination. The different rhythms disrupted his lead solos, so he moved to what note fit his mood. ‘Goofy grin’ made him smile and grin/chin was a true rhyme. A new chord appears, all happy and bright. Then with the rhyme ‘who can say you’re here to stay?’ doubt crosses Jace’s mind, and a dissonant scale ran up the neck. Tim 96 Then a perfect A rings in the chorus:

‘We can’t live all by ourselves.
We need people we can love
We hate those who hate themselves
We know what we’re made of.’

So, we have our love song, Jace agrees that a little Beatles inspiration is worth having around. But his style creates the mood for more than love. He grabs me and throws me on the bed (No.9). As I fall, I glance out the window and see Robby and Mary watching us. I panic, and as he dives on top of me, I roll sideways and whisper ‘Robby.’ Not one to skip a beat, he lifts my rag doll body over his shoulder, and turns toward the window, “Welcome to the Jungle.” with lips like Mick. It takes Robby a few seconds to recover from being exposed.
“Fuck you guys! What was all that?”
I jump down, “Band practice. Did you see ‘Radar Love?’”
Robby was dragging Mary by the hand into my room through the window. She still seemed stunned from last night, but it might be the shock of seeing us fag out. I played it safe.
“Whatcha think of our stage presence?”
“What the fuck?” Robby repeated himself. “It’’s better than Kiss.”
“Not better than the New York Dolls.”
“You seen them?”
“I sang ‘Personality Crisis” with David Johansen at CBGB’s.” Tim 623
“What the fuck? Where’d you learn them moves?”
“He sang ‘Trash’ to me.”
“This is your band’s music?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Jace just wrote a total song. You saw it created from nothing.
“You need longer hair.”
“Fucking hell. This is us. You promised to be our drummer once Samhain was over. Get us amps, someplace to rock out. This is the band, ‘False Gods.’
“You never told me what you saw. You are the seer of the spirits. What was your vision?”
“I let the spirits in. I died and went to Hell. I spoke with God. He laughed at me. This is my vision, the band, ‘False Gods.’ Now make it happen with us.”
I had never seen Robby in awe of anything. Now I saw him, a kid, who controlled his friends with pot.
“Can you do it?” I asked.
“Play drums with us, get Jace a decent amp, find a place to practice. This is my vision for us.”
“Do I gotta give up drugs?” Ben Thomas06
“Why the fuck ask that? This is rock n roll, not college.”
I thought about Mary, sitting listless and spaced out. I put out my hand, then grabbed hers and pulled her to her feet.
“Please sing with me.’
She looked lost.
“’Freebird,’” I whispered to her and Jace.

He picked out the melody, note by note, leading up to our vocals.
“If I leave here tomorrow” (I sang to her)
“Would you still remember me?” (she sang back)
“For I must be traveling on, now,” (I returned.)
“’Cause there’s too many places,” (she returned)
“I’ve got to see.” (We both sang)
“But, if I stayed here with you, girl” (Me )
“Things just couldn’t be the same” (Mary)
“’Cause I’m as free as a bird now” (Me)
“And this bird, you can not change.” (She finished.)
… and together we sang the long chorus:

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can’t change
Lord help me, I can’t change
Lord I can’t change
Won’t you fly high, free bird, yeah?”

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Jace did the long guitar solo while Mary and I hugged Robby until he was finally smiling with us.

Samhain complete. Stardust ahead.

The next couple of days, Robby moved his drums over to my room Tim 608 and we practiced in the afternoon. A few days later, I found a note from my dad that the neighbors had complained, Jace worried my dad would find out he was staying with me, so we moved to the garage. John had a conniption shit about the garage being busted. We promised to sound proof it with egg cartons. Jace’s step-mom came home and kicked us out. Robby still hadn’t found us a real amp. Jace brought his SG back to my room, and we banned everyone from coming over and told Robby until he came through, he was also banned. He got Michael to let us practice at his house, a mansion south of Bird Road. It had a music room, with his drums set up, a piano , several amps and a mic’d PA.. Good job, Robby. Now we had two drummers and had to put up with Michael’s little sisters, who tried to watch, until Michael was real mean to them. Jace took a while to adjust when anyone new was added. I worried he’d have stage fright when we actually performed. I started learning rhythm guitar (axe thanks to Michael). We practiced so much, Jace knew when I was going to miss a note, and he’d slide to my wrong note and turn it sweet. It was so much fun, I got lazy about practicing, knowing my mistakes were part of the song. So every time we played a song, it was always different due to the random errors. I loved being saved by his virtuosity. Because he had to pay attention to me, he forgot about everyone else in the room. Soon the regulars had followed Robby over every three o’clock for their joint hookup and random people were coming over because word was spreading about us.

We got asked to play a Thanksgiving party for college kids home for the holiday. Someone made a flyer for the party with a turkey flying across a poster of Lynyrd Skynyrd, saying free bird and the party address. Mary was really nervous about singing with me. I went with her to Church. She lost herself in the gospel music those Santeria people all love. Afterwards, she smiled at me.
“I guess if I can sing it out in front of God, a bunch of stoned college kids won’t faze me.” Tim 557
I could tell she was pleased with my little manipulation. She asked to bring her girl friends to practice.

Robby and Michael were constantly fighting with each other about the various drum parts. I made them work so there were no abrupt shifts, as each faded in and out with the other. Jace and I knew it would not be perfect, but two drummers had to be better than one. Michael’s dad wanted to come and see Michael play, but we told him it was up to the people having the party. We told him he’d be on the list. Then everyone wanted to be on the list, so we told them if they couldn’t sneak in, they couldn’t go. We decided that it was just a party, and we’d play what people wanted to hear. We planned to only do one of our own songs, False Gods, and then end with Free Bird. I told Mary to sit on the side by the band to be ready for ‘our’ song and any backup vocals from the covers we’d be asked to do.
Pete, who was having the party, came by to make sure we were good enough for his friends. We put on a real show for him, then asked what cover he’d want us to do at the party. He asked for The Eagles’ ‘Take it easy,’
I turned around, went; “One, two, three, four.
‘Standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona, Such a fine sight to see…’


Writer(s): Jackson Browne, Delbert Mcclinton, Glenn Lewis Frey
Copyright: Music Corp. Of America Inc., Swallow Turn Music


Mary got up for the chorus. Pete just stared at us in disbelief.
“Was that just luck that you knew my song?” and we did the first few bars of his next three choices.
“You’re hired.”
“We want a hundred bucks and you pay for beer and pizza at Sorrento’s.
“$80 bucks?”
“$125 bucks.”
“Okay, a hundred and pizza.”
“And beer.”
“Okay, Okay. The Saturday after Thanksgiving.”

Robby pulled out a joint. Our promoter promptly got high  and ended up taking us all to Sorrento’s. It cost him twenty bucks more. We celebrated in our normal booth. Pete was afraid he’d get carded, but we told him we were locals and knew the Don. It was the first time we’d been back since I blew the last of my Hollywood money. Robby was asking about my past, New York, Hollywood, Alice’s Restaurant (I just told him about the burned-out Viet Vets).
“I thought you were some hayseed that got lost trying to find the swim team – just a jockhead.”
“After seeing all the junkies and whores when I was fourteen, it scared me straight.” Tim 585
“There’s not a straight bone in your body.” Mary jeered at me.
I leaned over the table, took her friend’s chin in my hand and laid on the longest French kiss in Sorrento’s history. Maybe the only one.
“How’s that for straight?” I challenged Mary. Her friend was choking in shock.
Jace moved over and frenched me back. That turned heads.                                Tim 87
“Jealous,” I asked him.
“No, just needed to know you were still you.”
“No doubt.”
“They’ll find you out.”
“True a rhyme as can be.
All at once five people needed to know if we were really gay. We both had practiced our comeback, “Gay as night and day, straight as come what may.”
Most of them scratched their heads
“A rhyme in time is always true.” We were finished with that question.
I looked over at Mary’s friend, who was still in shock, “How about double dating with Robby and Maria. Jace doesn’t date yet.”
Mary said, “We need to talk about this later.” And the two went to the Ladies together. I realized that girls always go together to compare notes. Boys only go together to compare each other.
Jace whispered in my ear, “You naughty boy.”
“Payback tonight.” I answered.

Our sex life had a simple routine. Jace liked to get off as many times as possible, but usually wanted to be the top. I could handle him once a session, usually the first and quickest time for us both to get off. I wasn’t about to get loose and flabby over some cucumber dick.  So after round one, whoever stayed hard initiated the next one, with more variety of action, kinks and role-playing. The long fuck was saved for the shower, with me washing him inside out, but occasionally both of us getting off in the warm water which never ran out. Go, Dad, with the water heater. Tim 06

I was making a bit of an effort with Susan, who I realized was a passive ally by not intruding into my room. She asked if I would go out to eat Thanksgiving dinner with them. I thought and carefully asked if I could bring Jace. She looked at my dad who was trying to be noncommittal, and then nodded at me. I gave her my biggest, fakest smile, and she was all smiles, too. Dad looked suspicious, but said nothing.
Dad chose a fussy French restaurant in the Gables. I had to lend Jace a jacket, and he swore not to tell Robby that we actually wore shoes to dinner. Dad and Susan liked that Jace was so quiet. He didn’t seem uncomfortable, just taking it all in. I couldn’t help myself and proposed a toast.
“To the best Mom and Dad in the world.”
They both blushed, which is hard for adults. I went right ahead and told them about our band.
“We have our first show tomorrow night,” I announced.
“You want us to come?” they dutifully asked.
“It’s a college party, not really a sit down recital. We’ll get a real gig with seating and you’ll really enjoy it. Jace is a genius on guitar.” He blushed and wanted this conversation over.
“”What instrument do you play, Tim?” Susan asked.
“Rhythm guitar and vocals, which I share with Mary. Robby and Michael both play drums.
“Two drummers?” my dad asked.
“Yeah, it’s a new idea. We rock it so hard on guitar we need two sets of drums to keep up. And, also, they own most of the equipment.”
“Doesn’t sound like our kind of music,” my Dad dismissed the idea of going.

Dinner went so well, Susan said we’d do it again. Jace had trouble with the crème Brule, which looked burned to him. Susan showed him how to crack the glaze. He ate all the cream and left the glaze.
When we got back to the room, before we stripped and attacked each other, I held Jace before a mirror and said we looked nice together. My jacket was a little long on him, but he stood up to fill it out.
“How about we dress up for tomorrow night?” Normally we just wore frayed jeans and ratty shirts, without shoes.
“I ain’t wearin’ shoes,” he declared.
“Fine, no one will know unless they look. Robby and Michael – no one sees them in the back. Mary is sure to dress up.”
“Okay, enough fashion talk. I got hormones to lose.”
We did it, half-dressed, with white shirts and black trousers still mostly on. He looked like a hungry vulture flapping his open shirt. He tried to pull my trousers down far enough to get clear entry to my butt.  Flapping and thrusting we were like a washing machine load going round and round, until he came, pulled out and offered his virginal self to me. What a come on. By the time I was finished, he was back in full glory. This went on like we were practicing to do it on stage Friday. I fell asleep, but he dragged me into the shower, and he did me lying on the tiles with the water splashing all over us.  But that may have been a dream. He had me giving thanks that holiday. Before going to sleep, he murmured, “Thanks.” I didn’t need to ask what for.

We woke up the morning of the party full of crème Brule driven energy. We got Robby and Mary and went to Michael’s house to move the equipment to the party location. No one had thought about logistics, nor did anyone have a car. It was about fifteen blocks to the party. We discussed pushing everything by hand. The speakers had wheels, but the 2 drum sets had to be carried. As we started to move everything, Michael’s dad walked into the music room. He asked if we needed help. Cool. Well, he knew a guy and a rental truck showed up shortly. We told Michael’s dad he should be our manager for the night; he looked at Michael, who reluctantly agreed. His dad seemed pleased to be helping. We arrived at the house and met Pete, the college kid having the party. He was impressed we had an equipment truck. Soon we were set up to do a sound check. I needed Mary to check her vocal levels singing with me. We did Free Bird, which goes on forever. She was suddenly shy again. I told her it was the last song we did, so she’d be plenty relaxed by then. I also encouraged her to do backup vocals, when she felt comfortable enough. A second mike was set up on the side. The party room was big and all the furniture had been removed. I had a notepad which I planned to use for song requests to be gathered before we went on. Jace was so excited about our first gig, even though it was just a party. He started to get all hyper, running around checking everything twice. I dragged him into a bathroom for a quick blow job. He was more together after that. Pete brought out beers for everyone. I kept an eye on Michael’s dad, who seemed comfortable with everything. He later told me Michael had been drinking for years, with the only rule that he keep it at home. He seemed to give him a lot of leeway. It was just odd to have a parent hanging out with us. We went off with Pete to Sorrento’s for pre-show pizza. Pete asked Michael’s dad if he’d drive us back to the party, as he had lots to do to get ready. He gave him thirty bucks to pay the bill, which amused Michael’s dad no end.
“How’d you find a place to serve 16 year olds beer,” he asked us when he came back to the table.
“We just used your name,” Robby blurted out.
Michael looked a bit panicked. His dad just laughed, “Good plan.”

It was eight o’clock by the time we got back. College kids were milling around the house. Someone sat at Robby’s drum kit, trying to do a solo roll. Robby was in his face and kicked him off his set. He was no competition. I went around the house and asked for favorite songs and bands for us to cover. Lots of people didn’t have a clue of what they liked. The choices ranged from Sha Na Nah to Sabbath. No Bowie or other glitter bands, not for this preppy college crowd. The Doors and Grateful Dead were favorites; I thought of them as oldies, but Morrison had just died and the Dead were just a Frisco blues band. I looked over at everyone else. They were sitting quietly by the equipment. Stage fright.
I yelled at them, “This is a party. Get your asses out there and talk to the people. Get a beer and find out what songs they want to hear.”
They seemed to wake up and dispersed into the various rooms. We were fearless. When people looked at us like kids, we told them we were the band and promised to play their favorite music. We said our name was False Gods. By nine o’clock we were ready to go on.
I jumped up to the mike, “Hello, hello.”
Then I saw a big guy pushing Dave, Jazz, and John out the door.
“Hey, leave them kids alone. They’re our friends.”
“Yeah, let them stay. They’re with the band,” several college types yelled as well.
The bouncer looked over at Pete, who signaled it was okay, and the gang was set free. Iggy, Dawn, Greg also suddenly came running in.

“Thank you, thank you. We are False Gods…. One , two, three, four,..”
We broke into “Louie Louie’ by the Kingsmen.

It was funky enough that several girls ran to the front and started shaking and bumping in front of us. Pretty soon about ten girls were all dancing with their boyfriends who nervously looked like they didn’t like to dance.
We played ‘Radar Love’ next.

With the long guitar solo intro, Jace got the boys swaying in place while their girlfriends backed into their arms and swayed with them. When I broke into the vocal part, with the up tempo beat, the girls were bouncing as the boys tried to hold on and had to bounce with them. Some girls broke free and the boys were chasing them across the floor. A whole group of kids ran to the front and were singing all the words with me. At the end, we didn’t pause and went into Stairway to Heaven,

which slowed everyone down and back to swaying. We switched to Sabbath’s “Paranoid.’

“Finished with my woman `cause she couldn`t help me with my mind.
People think I`m insane because I am frowning all the time.”


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With a real metal song to rock out to, the guys took the lead. Not dancing but bumping and humping the girls in their arms. Those not with anyone started moving helter-skelter in different directions. Real metal brought in  people from the other rooms. We had an actual crowd pushing toward the front. All our stoner friends were there acting like true groupies, shouting and yelling our names. The Doors’ ‘Love Her Madly’ got arms in the air.



At the end someone yelled “Beatles.’ I winked at Jace, and he broke into ‘All You Need is Love.”


I put my arm around his shoulder and sang to him, “Love, love, love, Love is all you need.” Nobody was dancing, but the girls had that longing look, watching us, as the boys held them and swayed. Jace played real slow and easy and leaned back into me, and we were swaying together. I moved the mike so we were both singing. I saw a couple of boys react to the sight of teen boys holding and singing to each other by holding tightly to their girlfriends. Other boys pushed their way to the front to be closer. I almost thought Jace was going to kiss me, but at the end he did a wind up finish, that pushed me back.
“We’re going to take a break,” I announced and we walked off with my arm still around him.
People yelled for more and clapped a lot.
“We’ll be back. Someone get me a beer.”

We collapsed on the floor by Mary and Michael’s dad. Robby and Michael, who were playing dueling drum rolls, finally came over. Michael had that ‘was it okay, Dad,’ look on his face. His dad grabbed him and bounced him up and down.
“That was amazing. I’ve been to concerts from Sinatra to the Beatles. I’ve never seen a band get the crowd going like that.’
“Well, it’s all covers, so they already love the songs.”
“How did you know what to play?”
“We asked them before the show.
“You can just play those songs from memory?”
“Sure, we grew up on this music – oldies, pop, rock, metal, even all those dumb show tunes you made us listen to growing up.”
“Michael, I’m so proud of you. Who came up with the double drums?”
“Well, it was so we could all play together. We’re all best friends.” I said with my arm around Jace. “But Robby and Michael kinda compete with each other. It creates a different energy. As long as they stay on beat, they can duel each other as much as they want. It does blow up sometimes, but Jace is able to make it work – he’s a guitar hero.”

Another older man came up. Seeing us talking to Michael’s dad made him more comfortable. He said all the normal fan things, and asked if we had a manager. I pointed to Michael’s dad. They went off and talked. Some girls brought beers over for us. A shy girl had one for Mary, who looked bemused. All our stoner friends wanted beers, but were told to get them at the bar, so they left. The girls asked us all questions. About where we went to school, we said we were dropouts, bad boys. They thought we were older than 16. Jace soon had a couple of obvious groupies, which made me slightly jealous, but he was clueless. When they offered him coke, he said, “break it out,” They just wanted him alone, so he blew it off. Time for a second set. I got us all together, telling Mary to do backups this time. She was happy to get away from her new girlfriend. I said we’d do our own song, but first we should warm everybody back up with Kiss’s ‘Party’ song. Once everyone was in their places, I jumped up, grabbed the mike, and screamed, “Rock n roll all night and party every day.”

Writer(s): Paul Stanley, Dan Arlie, Gene Simmons
Copyright: Hori Prod. America Inc., Cafe Americana Inc., Falferious Music

Jace and the drummers hit it and all the partyers pushed forward. The room was hot instantly and sweat ran down faces and bodies. I clung to Jace singing over his guitar.
At the end, I let him go.
“We’re False Gods and this is our song:



‘We rushed in where angels feared to tread
They gave up hope, gave us up for dead
Our memory lingers on eternally
From the abyss we heard Lucifer’s plea

But we too wanted a world of our own
Dreamed of ruling from a throne
We ran away from them to see
How we’ll be happy for eternity

We are false god,
We are false gods

We found this world so meek and blind
We stand here laughing at your kind
You cynical fools don’t understand
Fall to your knees useless man

This world so full of flaws
Facades and miracles applause
Eulogized not despised

We are false gods
We are false gods

From up the hill we hear your pleas
Bring us presents, fall to your knees
Pray and speak in semaphores
Sacrifice your hallowed sheep

Pitiful slugs that you are
Dance and sing around the fire
Arms waving all around
We’re so happy
This world we’ve found
Omnipotent beneficence astounds your broken minds
You’re just like toys
We’ve made our minds to be
False gods

We are false gods
We are false gods

We will live eternally
To hear your painful screams
Just wait 20 years or so
You will know just what we mean

False gods
False gods’

Copyright: MIB; David Delgado

No one knew this song. Mary did backups on the chorus, people started singing along with us. No one danced. Jace’s leads put some into trances, transfixed on the soaring notes.
We ended, but people were yelling, “False Gods, False Gods.” Over and over. I bowed and Jace strung out a long lick of leads. Cheers went up as people kept screaming, “False Gods, False Gods.” I turned and pointed at Robby. He stood up and bowed, too. Jace jumped up and began Sabbath’s ‘Paranoid,” for the second time. Everyone pushed to the front again. We did Mott the Hopple’s ‘All the Young Dudes,’ with me strutting back and forth.


A couple of younger guys moved with me in the crowd. tim-800 Maybe I had my groupies, too. I saw Jace laughing at me. We sang the chorus as a duet, my arm around him, the mike between us.

‘All the young dudes ,( I sang)
(hey dudes), (Jace)
Carry the news, (Me)
(where are ya), (Jace)
Boogaloo dudes, (Me)
(stand up come on), (Jace)
Carry the news, (both of us)
All the young dudes, (Me)
(I want to hear you), (Jace)
Carry the news, (Me)
(I want to see you), (Jace)
Boogaloo dudes, (Me)
(and I want to talk to you all of you), (both)
Carry the news,’ (both)

Songwriters: BOWIE, DAVID
All The Young Dudes lyrics © EMI Music Publishing


We walked toward the crowd and I pointed at the two boys who had shadowed me. They hugged each other, which was not what I expected. Gay groupies, carry the news.

It was time for Mary’s song. I motioned for her to come up with me at the main mic. I nodded to Jace. Mary turned around and walked over to Robby and gave him a real kiss.
Jace motioned to me, and somehow I didn’t blow the rhythm intro. Jace came in with the wailing lead, and I turned to Mary,

““If I leave here tomorrow” (I sang to her)
“Would you still remember me?” (she sang back)
“For I must be traveling on, now,” (I returned).
“’Cause there’s too many places,” (she returned)
“I’ve got to see.” (We both sang)
“But, if I stayed here with you, girl” (Me)
“Things just couldn’t be the same” (Mary)
“’Cause I’m as free as a bird now” (Me)
“And this bird, you can not change.” (She finished.)
… and, together we sang the long chorus:

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can’t change
Lord help me, I can’t change
Lord I can’t change
Won’t you fly high, free bird, yeah?”

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Jace’s solo went on for at least seven minutes. I added little licks, the drummers played opposing solos, Mary swung her hair which had come loose from its tight bun. Robby whistled the bird song parts from behind us, something we hadn’t practiced. Next time we’d mike him. At the end he jumped up.  Mary ran to him, I grabbed Jace and together we shouted, “Thank you, you’re the best. Thank you, thank you.” Jace and I stood there arm in arm, Tim 578 Robby and Mary were hugging. Michael looked at his dad with the happiest expression I’d ever seen from him. When his dad didn’t come over, Michael ran and hugged his dad who turned bright red. Everyone at the party was doing their hippie dances and arm swings. When we finally ended, the silence was deafening for three seconds, then everybody roared. They clapped and clapped, until I came up to the mic, raised my hands, and asked,
“That’s all we planned. Now what do you want?” my cheap trick to get an encore.
People shouted ‘more.’ Then someone yelled, “The Dead.” People groaned but others cheered. I turned to Jace and said “Truckin.’ Mary came over to me at the mike. Looking at the drummers, I slowly counted to four, and we went ‘truckin’ all night long.’

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