3 Nights in the Desert Page #3

Red's just fine.

I reach into that bag.

I'm looking for the

shiny marble, man.

I'm looking for the

shiniest marble in there.

If I miss it, I

reach for it again,

and I reach for it

again, because I'm

going to get that f***er.

Maybe you just passed up a

bunch of perfectly good models

because it's not exactly

what you pictured.

OK.

Now we're talking, all right.

Whatever.

I didn't mean that.

No, I think it's the first

thing you met all weekend.

Hey, maybe you're right.

Maybe if we went with

the jackass manager,

it would have been our ticket.

That jackass manager?

He's worked with

some serious bands.

Have you... have

you seen what he's

done for Marvin Taylor's band?

Or the Resistance?

You mean the Connecticut

suburbanites who, uh,

think they're Che Guevara.

Well, they're still together.

They do suck.

They do suck.

They suck.

They sit there signing about

le revolution with a wink,

and a smile, and their

c*cks in their hand.

Well, they put out

another album, so.

Good for those clowns.

I'm happy for them.

It makes me feel like

anything's possible.

I'm just saying

they make a living.

And I'm just saying I

don't want to hear about it.

No... do you...

Can...

Don't.

Do you know how hard Anna

worked to get us hooked up?

Do you have any idea?

Yeah, she pounded the pavement.

No, no you don't get it, OK?

She worked her ass off

because we had a chance.

A chance?

Yes.

What?

The guy would have

watered down our sound

before we even knew

what our sound was.

You... you don't have a sound

if you can't pay your rent.

You compromise one thing, you

compromise everything, man.

The great bands?

The really great bands?

They struggle.

But I don't think you

have that in your DNA.

What is with your

mixed metaphors

and your... your... your

evolutionary bullshit?

What... what's so bad about

being a decent working band?

I didn't go through all like

sh*t to make something decent.

Look, none of us

we're ever going

to be John effing Lennon, OK?

And maybe you're still

holding on to that.

And... and while

there's something

to... to be said about dreams

and... and what we're told

is children that we can

do and achieve anything.

It's also kind of

a huge goddamn lie.

So what?

You've moved on?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I mean, we gave it

a few years, OK?

I had to find a real profession.

Music's a...

Thats...

Real profession.

Look man, if you

would have just told us

that you were applying

to law school.

You would have

talked me out of it.

Oh, I'm that convincing?

Maybe I should have

been the f***ing lawyer.

It was shitty when you left.

It was.

Excuse me?

Excuse me for once that

I made a decision that

was for the benefit of myself.

Barry.

Soaking up the good times.

Thanks for having us, Travis.

You need to do

something good, man.

Something real.

Me?

Me do something real?

That's actually very

funny coming from you.

I'm a productive

member of society.

What do you do?

I'm not some loner losing his

mind out in the f***ing desert.

I need to tell you something.

Come with me.

My uncle liked to

look up at the sky,

even then he couldn't

take much sun.

He wasn't an easy man.

We understood each other.

When I left New York I...

I knew I was coming here.

And when I arrived,

he'd been expecting me.

He loved listening

to me play and I

loved watching him listen.

One afternoon I was playing

and looked over at him.

And uh, he was just staring up.

Quiet.

Never seen quiet

like that before.

I went outside and I burned all

my song books and my lyrics.

All that.

I finally had a purpose.

So maybe you're right.

What I've done.

I can't pay my mortgage with it.

It won't get me on

any magazine covers.

But helping a man die,

what is that worth?

Is it like a thousand?

A hundred thousand?

It's like our jam outside.

You can't put a

dollar sign on it.

This place has so much spirit.

It has his blessing.

We start our album here.

Our songs are going to

break people wide open, man.

Listen.

I know it's what you want.

You brought the recorder.

Yeah, I mean...

Well... I've definitely

written some new songs

while I've been here.

Yeah.

Yeah, that'd be cool.

I'd be down to try it out.

I was... I was thinking

we'd do something together.

Or we could start

with what we have.

Nah, I was thinking we should

start with something new,

right?

New, right?

What?

It's always on your terms.

Forget it.

What?

Whoa, what?

All of us, together.

This is too much for me.

Too much?

Too much is a good thing.

I live for too much.

All of us, we're here right now.

The band's together.

This is the band.

No, there's no band.

There's no band, man.

It's not going to

be a band again.

Look, I have a home, I

have a career, a wife.

This is a fantasy.

This is a fantasy.

Travis.

Travis.

F***.

You know what?

This is my fault.

I said some dumb sh*t to him.

I... by saying I got

him the recorder,

and this morning I asked him

to play guitar in my band.

Bet that would

work out real well.

It would be good for him.

For him, exactly.

You know what, Barry?

I was in the hospital

when he was recovering.

You stopped returning

his phone calls.

You left too.

You left the country.

He wouldn't talk to me.

And I need to start my life.

You know something?

You never even given me a

fraction of this concern.

Don't.

What?

Don't what?

Barry, you're happy.

You're well adjusted now.

And what's wrong with that?

Do you know what your

problem is, Anna?

You don't want

what's good for you.

And if you were single for

longer than a nanosecond,

you'd have a little

bit of perspective.

You don't really think, do you?

What about hedge fund guy?

Oh, Barry.

That guy was a rebound.

How am I supposed to feel

about some rich dude tossing you

around before you

have Olympic sex?

Who said that?

You did.

F***.

For your information, I've

become a pretty good lover.

Nobody's doubting you.

Sing Driftwood for me.

Please.

Sing my song for me.

My only.

Know him a little now.

But it only takes a little

for him to break down.

And she's really

wanting him more.

Now she can't remember what

all these drugs are for.

She only wants sanity.

I think that

song's about Travis.

Travis?

Barry.

Are you good?

Screw good.

Good doesn't work for you.

Only an a**hole can

hold your attention

longer than two weeks.

It was a mistake.

And then you thought,

you know what?

Maybe I'll start

screwing Travis again.

You and him in a bathroom stall

while I was waiting for you

at Stella's.

Barry, come on.

Even then, I thought,

you know what?

Maybe she's just

working something out.

Maybe she just needs the time.

Hey.

Hey, you were like my brother.

I know.

You just want me to grab

you like this, right?

Is this what you wanted?

I should have

grabbed you like this.

Stop f***ing laughing at me!

Stop!

Because this is what

you respond to, right?

This is what you want?

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