Many Dreams from Many Nights After Many Different Meals: Part Eleven

Drum the Drum of Eternal Medicine
I challenge Pat McSherry from the Home Depot, a rather interesting yet unsettling fellow in his late forties, to a rock 'n roll performance contest thinking there is at least one thing I am better at than him, besides writing. It turns out he knows how to play Black Flag songs, reinventing them as rock-a-billy riffs for measure. He is dressed like Johnny Chastain.
He has the process down to a T. When something becomes a science, you don't have to feel anything, you simply go through the motions and perform them to the best of your ability. He even has a little fan-base of middle-aged men.
Pat has a black and grey semi-hollow-body Gretsch and a Fender tube amp. He is quite great in his performance - ready for Leno. I have an actoustic guitar with a floating pick-up (which I can't get to work) and a Peavy acoustic amp, which I'm not sure even exist. Regardless, he is much better prepared than I am. Billy Joe Armstrong is the judge. He is looking more 'American Idiot' than usual. Seriously coufed and eye-linered. Cunt.
In the end, Par is the winner. Afterward he signs autographs. Because that's what musicians do.