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Jude is an indifferent guitar player, but he's hot, and he can sing. More importantly, he's the kind of serious, clean-living person who is always sober and can drive the rest of the band home. Luk is a talented guitarist, more than compensating for Jude's musical ...
Jude is an indifferent guitar player, but he's hot, and he can sing. More importantly, he's the kind of serious, clean-living person who is always sober and can drive the rest of the band home. Luk is a talented guitarist, more than compensating for Jude's musical failings, and he's got the right kind of contacts to get the band gigs. He just needs to turn into a human being.
Jude's supposed to be celibate, and Luk's supposed to be straight, but they can't keep their hands off each other. While Luk and Jude are busy falling in love and making music, Lori's life is falling apart, but no one notices until it's too late.
The Tockleys have their own amazing music, borrowed guitars and someone else's van... but a great sound is not enough to survive on, and The Tockleys are going to need all the love they can find to keep making music together.
Jude spotted the other muso on the train just after City West Station, a guy younger than himself, guitar case over his shoulder and a box that probably held an amp and speaker on an old-lady-type shopping trolley. He helped the kid lift the trolley off the train at Fremantle, sharing a nod of recognition at his own guitar case.
"You going to the audition?" Jude asked. "At Lori's place?"
"Yeah," the kid said. "Do you know where it is?" He pulled a printout from his jeans pocket and unfolded the sheet, holding it out for Jude.
"That's her address," Jude said, glancing at the paper, then pointing away from the Harbor up the hill that overlooked the port. "It's this way. I'm Jude."
"Luk," the kid said, and it took Jude a moment to work out it was his name, not some kind of blessing.
The trolley rumbled noisily over the footpath, and Jude said, "What's the amp?"
"Moody BA-40," Luk said, sounding apologetic, and Jude stared at him in disbelief.
"No way!" he said. "With the original valves?" Jude peered into the box, sighting the worn white vinyl covering and the cracked white leather handle.
"Don't know," Luk said. "I borrowed it from a friend."
"What do you play?" Jude asked. "Are you a friend of Lori's, too?" Luk looked too young to be a hanger-on from Lori's boyfriend's band, Delicate John, so he probably knew Lori through Loud People, the music store she worked at.
"Bass and electric, but I brought a bass along today," Luk said. "And I can sing in a way that doesn't make people complain. I saw the ad at that music store in town. What about you?"
"Electric," Jude said. "And I can sing. Lori's a friend."
Luk clanked faintly ashe walked, the chains on his boots and jeans jangling with each step, and as he hitched up his jeans intermittently.
They stopped at East Street to wait for the traffic to clear, and Luk must have caught Jude watching him. "You look kind of normal," Luk said. "To be auditioning for a band, that is."
"Gotta work," Jude said. "Out in the normal world." He knew he sounded hostile, but jumped-up punk kids annoyed him unreasonably, especially when they were kind of cute underneath their chains and attitude and were dragging vintage Moody amps behind them.
Luk patted the bleached fuzz on his scalp and flicked the metal hanging from his ear, shrugging. "I go to uni."
Lori was going to eat this kid for breakfast, unless he could actually play.
Lori lived on the Stirling Highway Bypass, with traffic roaring past her house, a steady roar that kept her rent down and the neighbors from complaining about the music. Jude had been there before, to a launch party for Delicate John when the band had rocked the whole suburb, at least until the police had turned up, and to visit Lori.
The house was easy to identify--half a dozen rusted-out cars parked on the knee-high lawn, scrounged and rotting lounge furniture on the porch, and steady rolling waves of music, loud over the hum of trucks passing.
"We need to go around the back," Jude said, pointing past the cars and up the driveway.
He led Luk to a double garage out the back, doors propped open, and Lori waved from behind an electronic drum kit, beckoning them in as they fended off the attentions of a pit bull terrier that bounced out of the crumbling house to greet them.
"Close the doors, lock the mutt out," she called out, clambering out from behind the kit to turn the music she'd been practicing to off, so the silence hurt.
Jude propped his guitar case against a speaker stack, and he and Luk managed to drag the two doors almost closed, with the dog on the outside.
Lori hugged Jude briefly, then smiled at Luk. "I'm Lori," she said. "Guess you're Luk."
"Are we it?" Jude asked, looking around the dusty garage, the afternoon sunlight streaking through the louvers and across the assembled musical equipment. The garage held a collection of partially dismantled amps and speakers, tatty barstools and chairs, and Lori's electronic drum kit.
"Looks like it," Lori said. "Let's get set up, and see what we can jam."
A power board dangled from the rafters in the middle of the room, and Lori and Jude both gasped when Luk lifted an ancient but beautiful amp out of the box, then a matching Moody Alnico speaker.
"Fuck," Lori said, and Jude touched the amp housing reverently.
Posted November 2, 2010
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Posted February 28, 2011
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