Shoreline, 1994
Studio recording is ahead just after my eyes and I can't wait to do it all. I took a week here to record this and that. All by myself expect for one track. I'm so positive that I will do this whole process real quick. I know what I want, I know what should I make and how it's gonna sounds.
Barrett is here to help me and it's all fun process. No pressure but surely it tests my physical capacity. I run here and there like nuts. After done with drums, go to guitar, then to the bass, to vocal and the cycle returns. It takes my energy but sure it's all fun. All the tracks just need single take, except for I'll Stick Around. One track that might be the most angry track of them all. You can tell it's about Courtney but of course I'm not gonna make it too obvious. You know how people will react if they know. I'm tired enough about the chaos with her and I just need to release my thoughts.
"I'm done." I say to Barrett right before I leave the studio, prepare to make some copies of the recording. Now what I need to think about: I need to find a name for this project. I want people to think that these stuff are done by a band. Something that sounds interesting. I don't wanna spoil my name just yet.
On my way back, I'm driving about 2 kilos to my home. Thinking to ask her about the cover artwork. She's a photographer and she might can do a little artwork for me. Like, I don't know, any idea will be great.
Like usual, Jen's not home. Guess she got work or something. Maybe I should ask her about the cover later and start from the name. That's the most important thing. Got my paper, pen and working chair, I push my brain to its top. It's really hard to even find a name. Not because I want a cool name or great name. I'm just looking for a fresh name that nobody will ever think about. Then I remember that book, the one that I read in Aubrey's cabin. There's a term that I found unique but I can't remember what it's called.
God, I hope I can bring something for her, but I got nothing. It's the third time I ask for her help and yet I don't have something to return it. Maybe I'll ask her about that later.
As it's the third time I go there, I start getting used with the road and every path. I don't have to remember anything and able to find the cabin easily. I assume she never leave this place though, so maybe she's home everytime. "Aubrey?"
"Yup? Dave?" I laugh, even she's getting used to my presence. "Umm. I need another help."
"Wait. Not your leg again right?"
"Nope. I'm good."
"Okay, wait there!" She open the door and she, herself laughs to see me again. And each time I see her happiness, I feel happy too. Especially because I still remember some kind of pain in her eyes the first time we met. I'm glad I can bring a smile to her face.
"This time, what can I do?" With a smirk, she let me in. "Umm. First time I was here...."
"When you ruined your leg."
"I know, that night." I can't help to laugh. Never know this woman can be a goof. "I read one of your book. Something about astronomy and history. Can I borrow it?"
"Sure. Do you remember which one?"
"I don't know... I think I remember the cover but I'm not sure." She looks at her book shelf, reading each of the books' back. "I think that one." I point at a book at the second level and she get the book for me. "Well, it's my dad's."
"Really? Umm.. do you mind?"
"No problem. Just bring it and find what you need." She give the book and then our eyes met. This is the second time I'm stoned. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Hey? What's wrong?" She waves her palm again and I wake up. "Nothing, just remember something about the record. By the way..."
"Yes?"
"You help me quite often, I think I should return the favor. Do you have something in mind?" Now she looks at the ceiling, and then to her tape player. "You need a new one?" I ask. And she rolls her eyes. "No, dummy. I just want to hear your records. That's all." She smiles and I return the smile. "Deal. I'll give you the very first copy of it as I return this book."
"Alright."
L.A, 2008
Yeah, about the book. Still with me, I mean mom keep it for me, along with the very first copy of my first album, and a letter. I keep forgetting about giving her those, especially after that night. I was upset. I really hope that someday I can have a chance about it and also maybe said some apologize. It's been more than 5 years we don't see each other again. I sent her letters though, but she never reply. I also do not have any gut to go to her cabin. I have no idea if she's willing to see me anymore or not.
Seattle, 1994
"That's it! That's it!" Finally I found the terms that I'm looking for. Up to my expectations, the name sounds ridiculous, but very unique to me. Considering how much fun I got on this record, I think it's a good name.
Foo Fighters
I write down the name on my notes and close Aubrey's book after that. "Damn, what a stupid name. But, whatsoever." There's imagination on my mind right now that people will actually think that it's a band and how funny to see that reaction. "Why the hell you're smiling?" Jennifer just got back and I didn't see her. She might have seen my silly face for a while. "Umm, nothing. Just.... I feel so happy today."
"Really? Why's that?"
"First, I finished the album, then I found a name."
"What's that?"
"Foo Fighters."
"Pffft. That's silly." She giggles as she hear the name. "I know, it's ridiculous, but still, a remarkable one."
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Fanfiction[FINISHED ON DECEMBER 8, 2018] Being a goofy man, Dave didn't expect that he will actually had an awful breakdown after losing his friend and bandmate, Kurt. Things doesn't just work for him to collect his mind again. It's like all of them turned up...
