High Voltage

One, two, three, four.

Once there was a band,

three people brought together by music.

I brought my axe,

Rachel brought her golden voice,

and Scott brought the tunes.

And there was sex, and drugs,

and murder, and mayhem,

and a bunch of other shit you won't believe.

I wouldn't.

It all started one dark and stormy night.

I was celebrating my 50th birthday for the third time.

Who the hell are you people?

And what the hell are you listening to?

I let my daughter Chloe sponsor the party

with some vodka company,

just to make a few bucks.

She was a hustler,

a real ball-buster like her old man.

So of course, she put on the one song I hate.

You've heard this one, haven't you?

Every few years it ends up in a beer commercial,

number one on the charts,

my one hit, my meal ticket.

I peaked at 20, and I've been circling

the bowl of this business ever since.

Aw...

Yeah yeah, I'll be happy

if I never had to hear that fucking song again.

Oh, but it's your birthday, Pops.

Sorry, sorry.

Are you sure this is the right house?

Dude, I don't know.

All these houses in the hills looked the same, so

let's just assume it is.

Pardon me.

Dude!

- What's up? - This fucking house is sick.

Look at that shit.

Are you shootin'?

Wanna leave your guitar in the car, man?

Fuck, you know what?

You start playing Kumbaya for the chicks.

Go fuck yourself, okay?

Stop.

Party over here!

Thank you, sweetie.

Did fate bring them to me

or was it random?

Who knows?

What's that?

Turn, turn around, turn around.

Fuckin' Dirt Pipe,

Holy shit!

Yeah, by Jimmy Kleen.

Jimmy Kleen, yeah, yeah.

He had that hit in the '80s?

Come on.

I tell you this much,

opportunity walked right up to me,

and I almost punched his lights out.

Story of my life.

Check out those guitars, dude, that's sick.

Hey, no cameras!

Who the fuck are you guys?

You brought your own guitar?

Come here.

Come over here.

You here to play me your demo?

No.

Then why the fuck are you at my house, at my party?

I followed a girl here.

That's how I got here, too.

Here, come on, take a seat.

You like that, huh?

The Rickenbacker 12-string.

It's the hollow body.

Harrison had one.

Man knows his scripture.

Can I play it?

Can I fuck your sister?

Play yours.

Come on, destiny awaits.

Who is that?

I was going to ask you.

I have no idea.

Friend of yours?

That's the girl.

You're not going over there, are you?

It's beautiful.

Hey, where are you going?

I can't.

Come on, you just did.

I'm Jimmy.

What's your name?

I'm Rachel.

Hey, come here.

This is...

I'm Scott.

You sounded great.

You, too.

Thanks.

Let her have a seat, Caveman.

Sorry, sorry.

Hey, let me ask you something.

You guys ever been in a band?

I had to get us playing fast

to see if she had the goods.

I could tell she was skittish, but she likes Scott,

so I figured I could control her through him.

Male, female, yeah?

Excuse me.

Come over here.

Excuse me.

Stand here.

No, I don't, I don't wanna be

the center of attention,

I just, you know, want to be in the band.

You're over here.

You're over here.

So what's a band?

It's a statement, an ethos,

where everything means something.

Nirvana just didn't happen to dress like roadies.

That was a decision.

The Beatles bowed after every song, that was a choice.

You know, it's all calculated.

It's all created.

It's all about the concept.

And our concept centers around you.

You're in charge, you're the front man.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm the band leader.

The front man stands in the front,

you engage the audience.

I'm the band leader.

I'm with the band,

keep the train on schedule.

Our concept was never just her.

Yeah.

- It's us. - We are a band, we are one.

But it's not Hollow Bodies, it's Hollow Body.

Trust me.

You're the star.

We want every girl to want to be her

and all the guys want to fuck her.

We want every girl to want to fuck you.

All right, fine.

Well, band leader...

Yeah.

What do you want to start with?

Let's start with Perfect Day, seems fitting.

All right.

One, two...

That's my part.

One, two, three, four.

Scott was easy to figure out.

I was him, once.

Trying to balance the work with the wife.

Something's gotta give.

What's her name, this girl?

Rachel.

How old is she?

I don't know.

What, you were there all night

and you don't know how old she is?

What am I, on trial now, Carrie?

I mean...

Okay.

It's just, it's just strange.

You trust me.

I trust you.

I would never...

never do anything to mess this up.

See?

It's good.

Thanks.

And then there was Rachel and Barb.

I hadn't counted on Barb.

Stage mom.

Barb's been pimping Rachel out for a long a time now.

She's a grown-up version of the kind of groupie you'd see.

Do anything or anyone to get on the bus.

Shouldn't you not be drinking with your medicine?

Don't you worry about me.

I'm going to outlive all of you.

How old did he say he was?

Who?

That Scott.

I don't know.

Well, is he 40?

He's 33.

Isn't that old to be still doing this, don't you think?

Jimmy's 50 something.

Well, he has a name.