And here we are, 10:00 AM the next day, receiving some final words from various band members on the pilot and how they think it went. Chimene: "I think we came out of it smelling like a rose. Well, not literally." Right. Beastie: "At Venice Beach, Kasey said 'may the best man win' and I said 'we will' and it ended up being so awesome because we are the best and we win everything and I even said it and it came true and that's why I'm the best person who ever did anything, anywhere. Ever." Well, he didn't say that, but he's being really cocky. Cory: "I've learned a lot about myself. It's not about me. I don't want it to be about me. I want it to be about the people who are around me. The past four days have really changed my life." Well, I'll be. Cap'n Cranky has a soft spot. Aw. Not.
There's this whole drawn-out section about Cory's dad that seems just so tangential and irrelevant that I won't even bore you with it. Basically, there's a lot of crying and melodramatic guitar strains in the soundtrack, with Cory blabbing about the "preciousness of life" and all that. It seems almost inappropriate. I mean, the pilot's over, boys. Let Cory deal with this shit without having a camera shoved in his face. Damn.
That's it for now. But there are scenes! Okay, so when everyone returns in three months, there will be one more band: JOSH DODES BAND. I haven't come up with a clever nickname yet. You'll just have to wait! More drunkenness, more overall debauchery. Car crashes. All sorts of beef erupts between basically everybody. JOSH DODES' bass player seems like a real pisser.
Mr. Stupidhead just can't wait to sit back and laugh at all the silly rock bands. All the silly rock bands…