Bang!, orhis pandemic duets with Chelsea Peretti about oat milk.
Unexpectedly, that’s where Watts found community.
He’d always be my best friend, no matter what, I knew that.
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He’d started out in high school as a nobody, a nothing, just like me.
We’d played and quit the football team together.
We still hung out constantly.
He was wearing a black trench coat, and he looked like a reject from a Duran Duran video.
They had style, they had swagger, they were anything but safe.
And all I could think was,Who the hell are these guys?
“Hey,” the one smoking the cigarette said, nodding at me.
“I’m Mike Benton.
People call me Beave.”
He motioned to the pretty one next to him.
“This is Fish.”
“Hey,” I said with a nod I hoped looked equally cool.
Mike Benton, aka Beave, grinned and took a drag.
“So,” he said, exhaling a long stream of smoke.
“What’s next?”
And just like that, everything changed.
But up until now, never to listen to my music.
“Play something for us, man,” Beave said.
“Come oneveryone get down on the carpet around the piano.
Like, flat on your back.
Just stare up at the ceiling.
Just, like, experience the reality that Reg creates for us.”
I sat on the bench and almost like magic the vision Beave had articulated simply materialized.
Four bodies lying in a semicircle at my feet, waiting for me to transport them .
Reg, I just want you to hear some other stuff first, all right?
It’ll totally change your life.
It was all synthesizers and sound effects.
Zombies and demons and apparitions and creatures of the night.
“Vampires,” Beave said.
Commit acts of violence!"
But Bauhaus was different.
It was brooding, introspective, contemplative.
All about pondering evil whilst lingering on a throne in an oozing dungeon.
I was more of a new-wave guy, less a dark-wave ghoul.
