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?
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?
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.
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,
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?
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?
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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